Themselves - Skinning The Drum lyrics
[Themselves - Skinning The Drum lyrics]
Your cdj press play on the mix
Mine’s thumb drums with no sticks
Till callased of hand
Blowing the glow off these
Computer canned bands
And step sequencer rembrants
Dwarf kings of the ipod
On me-me-me, myself and iPod
Getting jive on the hi hat the volume knob
Blues you rob… you soft hard
You do job… jel does work
Yall all merch and a manager’s claw
An 8th inch out, space bar
And we ain’t a-scared a yall
We ain’t a-scared a yall
Pressing career on ears is small
Time in the one crush a what’s what
And That’s how the sarcophagus shuts duck
Cause you can always get touched
By the arrow of us
Hey Jel, make it rock
See, on these machines he’s a natural
Meant for his actual gas
Station attendant bented
Collateral funded un drumming
Of something self taught and un-boughtable
All laudable thumbing
Of beating nothing to thumping from buttons
Fuck it, jel show them what’s up then
Remember them old bones? Now skin them right
Remember them old bones? Now skin them right
Remember them old bones?
Now give them some light
There’s a fine line between
Who invented and who replenished it
Who infected it and who protected it
Who perfected it and who collected it
Then came correct with it ain’t your bag
So why drag it
Mine’s thumb drums with no sticks
Till callased of hand
Blowing the glow off these
Computer canned bands
And step sequencer rembrants
Dwarf kings of the ipod
On me-me-me, myself and iPod
Getting jive on the hi hat the volume knob
Blues you rob… you soft hard
You do job… jel does work
Yall all merch and a manager’s claw
An 8th inch out, space bar
And we ain’t a-scared a yall
We ain’t a-scared a yall
Pressing career on ears is small
Time in the one crush a what’s what
And That’s how the sarcophagus shuts duck
Cause you can always get touched
By the arrow of us
Hey Jel, make it rock
See, on these machines he’s a natural
Meant for his actual gas
Station attendant bented
Collateral funded un drumming
Of something self taught and un-boughtable
All laudable thumbing
Of beating nothing to thumping from buttons
Fuck it, jel show them what’s up then
Remember them old bones? Now skin them right
Remember them old bones? Now skin them right
Remember them old bones?
Now give them some light
There’s a fine line between
Who invented and who replenished it
Who infected it and who protected it
Who perfected it and who collected it
Then came correct with it ain’t your bag
So why drag it