P.O.S., Dessa, Sims - Low Light Low Life lyrics

Yeah, uh
Barrel full of powder, ship full of tea
Closer by the hour, bringing sick to the seas
Bellies full of barter
Thick with the thieves
Once they hit the harbor it's
A wick in the breeze there goes another one
(whoa) , right out from under 'em
Different seashore, same thirty stores
There goes another one
(whoa) , right out from under 'em
Worldwide mining town, steal it up
Sell it down and not too long ago
Mom and pop owned this shop
Prognosis progress, the Dow owns the block
Here to sell 'em salvation or
Elevation - sort of
Signal disorder, it's Celebration, Florida
They got the medicine to fix your mood
Till you learn to mind your place
And eat that Sysco food


You crave the arrogance the rich folk ooze
Take life
Waste life just to get those jewels

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be arrow after arrow
After bullet after sunflower

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be barrel after barrel
After barrel of that gunpowder

It seems we've fallen out of favor
The era ended on us
Now the money's just paper
The houses all haunted
We had a hell of a run before it caught up
For all the corners cut we
Got an avalanche of sawdust
Life of the party
We're the death of the novel
The glass is half-empty so
Pass the next bottle
It's flight of the salesman
Death of the bumblebee
Nothing left for the attorneys
And the tumbleweeds
They say that God's on the right
So goes the rhetoric
But, I think that cross is a
Kite that left a skeleton
And I think that Russell was
Right, but that's irrelevant, friend
For all I know there'll be
Nothing left to defend tomorrow
Sugar in the gas tank, nothing in the cashbox
Thought that we were so sick
Looking like it's smallpox
The bullets are still on the shelves
But when the armory empties
We're melting down the bells

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be arrow after arrow
After bullet after sunflower

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be barrel after barrel
After barrel of that gunpowder

It's the end of law and order, Dick Wolf
Aware in America, rocking a cheap sheep suit
Pulled wool, weave through
Stay on course till pulled over
By that pulled pork cops keeping the peace
Piece cocked
Catch and release like a sportsman
See 'em in the court then
Piss poor paying them a portion, huh
Funny how they distort extortion
Never better, POS dance to the rhetoric
Lean to the left, call me terrorish
Rock with it dance fever got 'em peeping out
The prints on the floor
True believers keep they eyes on the horizon
Catch me sizing up the silent
Check the crooked grind watch me 50
50, keep the balance between the
Coping and the feeble mind
I hope the broken folk rewind
Nothing much for token jokers
Here, skate off, we doing fine

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be arrow after arrow
After bullet after sunflower

Uh, huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals
Rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be barrel after barrel
After barrel of that gunpowder