Sage Francis - Jaw of Steel lyrics

Everybody want Kevin but nobody want fed
I played cemetaries, been heckled by the dead
But Jeckel never Hyde every rhyme that I said
Was part man, part wolf fight never fled

Tighten up the rents on little leather boots
The type to make advances
But then never recruit's
Loosing to the man while
The independent groups
Got a bullet proof plan: "don't
Meddle with the suit's"

My peddle got the loops my
Chamber got the echo
Invensted way too much in this
Here anger to let go
My vicious cycle is a calm steady tempo
I always extinguish birthday candles
With a death blow
Dim mark hand touch of the faithful
Secrets never leak keep the Mescalito playful
Devil on my shoulder saying "I
Don't need no angel"
Other shoulder's cold silence hanging
From a halo

It's the Jaw of Steel

Swing low sweet chariot of fire
Let me know if you need
Any help carrying it higher
Had it up to here with this valley of desire
Being fearful of a god, and married to a liar

Now daddy's tired of the war that he feels
Mommy's defenseless with a cross
On her shield
The golden glove champ born in a field
Backed into a corner, it's the Jaw of Steel

Rewind, Selector run that tape backwards
Reverse the curse and become radioactive
It takes practice just excaping
These straight jackets
In a land full of snakes
Without no Saint Patricks

My Irish temper is a curse that is a blessing
A sign that I'm alive although
At first it gets upsetting
A burst of addrenaline that
Then turns to depression
And I only go to church
For a funeral or wedding

Sometimes I can't tell one from the other
The type of place where you could loose
A best friend or a lover
A bunch of people crying
Keepin stuff under the cover
Confess all your sins, mother fucker

Come down
Selector boom! Bye bye to the emperor
Would you die? Die for his leather?
Rely on the weather they
Manipulate it with machines
Parade around naked til you freeze

Tornado chase her drink with your rival
Listen to the wind get caught
In the spin cycle
Worship the idol American psycho
Portrait of a boxer trading in his
Golden gloves for a rifle

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