Jeff Buckley - Malign Fiesta (No Soul) lyrics
[Jeff Buckley - Malign Fiesta No Soul lyrics]
You got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday
You got your 24 karat gold
Pierced earring in your nose
Twenty-four years and you still don't know
Which way the wind blows
You got noyou got no
You got yourself a girl with the face
And the voice of a whore
You don't want a phone
But, you don't know what you
Kill yourself for anymore
You got noyou got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot in your shin you no soul rebel
It's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old
Bastards you hate with no soul
You call yourself a rebel but you call
That man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but
You don't talk, act
Walk and piss like they do
You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone
So whadya got? A God to pray to?
You got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you
Spit on your sister
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot on your shin you no soul rebel
It's your last chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat
Old bastards you hate with no
You call yourself a rebel but you call
A man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you put
Your woman down like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you rape
Scheme and lie like they do
You got no woman, no song, no drone
So what have you got, a God to pray to?
You got noyou got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot in your shin you no soul rebel
It's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat
Old bastards you hate with no
You got noyou got noyou got no
You got your 24 karat gold
Pierced earring in your nose
Twenty-four years and you still don't know
Which way the wind blows
You got noyou got no
You got yourself a girl with the face
And the voice of a whore
You don't want a phone
But, you don't know what you
Kill yourself for anymore
You got noyou got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot in your shin you no soul rebel
It's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old
Bastards you hate with no soul
You call yourself a rebel but you call
That man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but
You don't talk, act
Walk and piss like they do
You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone
So whadya got? A God to pray to?
You got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you
Spit on your sister
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot on your shin you no soul rebel
It's your last chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat
Old bastards you hate with no
You call yourself a rebel but you call
A man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you put
Your woman down like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you rape
Scheme and lie like they do
You got no woman, no song, no drone
So what have you got, a God to pray to?
You got noyou got noyou got noyou got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your
Boot in your shin you no soul rebel
It's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat
Old bastards you hate with no
You got noyou got noyou got no