The Armed - Real Folk Blues lyrics
[The Armed - Real Folk Blues lyrics]
Henshin please transform
Tear 'em to pieces
His sunrise smile the king of acid house
Just stole your card cut him to pieces
Your strawman's in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to tendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse
The strawman's in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes
The strawman's in the streets
Misfortune alibi baseless
I sent a spy
I like the way you grind when they show up
Got a good reason you're stranding trial
You cut against the grain
But you don't share i'm telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
It's burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed
It's burning in the street's
Misfortunate alibi baseless
When is the perfect time to die
I want to be unobtrusive