Soom T - End Of Road lyrics
[Soom T - End Of Road lyrics]
I am an old coat hanging on
A peg dusty behind the door
A worn n cold old goat dragging
My feet along the shore
With no bag to carry shoes to wear
A song within my throat
I have everything I need to get
Me to the servant’s boat
The end of the road
Where stands my true keeper
No more a servant a lost out here
A speck of dust upon the
Street holding a heavy load
Which I’ve taken off my back to
Reach the end of the road
End of the road – we are end of the road
Where all slaves escaping wars by
Restless butchers hunting riches
Stay steady on our trail as we
Hide out in muddy ditches
Until we reach the pier to get
To safety with the many hitchers
Who are the few chosen to loosen
The grasp of these dark fingers
Yo, the coat made it's way quickly
To the kitchen below deck
Crying with disbelief how did
Such a filthy wreck
Manage such a feat against
The soldiers of hell
Reach the top of the tower
To ring the freedom bell
We are slaves no more but sailors
With the truest of true keepers
No more languishing in prison
Cells the grimmest reapers
Freedom is our only goal now
We have found the deeper
Meaning to this façade which keeps
Us from being seekers
End of the road – we are end of the road
You are my true keeper yeah
My true keeper, yeah, yeah
My true keeper you’ve taken me
To the aww yeah
A peg dusty behind the door
A worn n cold old goat dragging
My feet along the shore
With no bag to carry shoes to wear
A song within my throat
I have everything I need to get
Me to the servant’s boat
The end of the road
Where stands my true keeper
No more a servant a lost out here
A speck of dust upon the
Street holding a heavy load
Which I’ve taken off my back to
Reach the end of the road
End of the road – we are end of the road
Where all slaves escaping wars by
Restless butchers hunting riches
Stay steady on our trail as we
Hide out in muddy ditches
Until we reach the pier to get
To safety with the many hitchers
Who are the few chosen to loosen
The grasp of these dark fingers
Yo, the coat made it's way quickly
To the kitchen below deck
Crying with disbelief how did
Such a filthy wreck
Manage such a feat against
The soldiers of hell
Reach the top of the tower
To ring the freedom bell
We are slaves no more but sailors
With the truest of true keepers
No more languishing in prison
Cells the grimmest reapers
Freedom is our only goal now
We have found the deeper
Meaning to this façade which keeps
Us from being seekers
End of the road – we are end of the road
You are my true keeper yeah
My true keeper, yeah, yeah
My true keeper you’ve taken me
To the aww yeah