Broken Body-The Weeks

歌手 : The Weeks
专辑 : Rumspringa
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:38

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Broken Body - The Weeks
Well Cadillac conversations buried bodies and broken bones
Well they're calling up widowed women on their rotary telephones
Well a rich old man in a pin striped suit
Has the money to guess your fate
But you walk around town throwing money around and you'll end up in a lake
I said well power pride and profit putting whole families to rest
Well you mess around town putting people down but now your messing with the best
Big bodied cars and we got bodies in the back
Taped up and tied well it was all over respect
Some call us smooth well some would even call us blessed
But if you call us anything other than that
You'll get a bullet in your chest
I said well power pride and profit putting whole families to rest
Well you mess around town putting people down but now your messing with the best
I said well dead bodies and pale blue faces
Broken car windows and empty shell cases
You can pick the time people and places and I'll show you exactly
How my pistol tastes
It's cold it's cold it's cold and it's just for you
It's cold it's cold it's cold and it's just for you
It's cold it's cold it's cold and it's just for you
It's cold
Delivering cargo and our trunk was white as snow
Stopped at the railroad tracks pushed some cargo in our nose
Got to the warehouse and we started to unload
Something wasn't right here it was too quiet and cold
Guns were drawn in setting suns cries echoed like a ghost
He walked to me I on my knees and whistled as he got close
With a grin eyes full of sin all I did was pray for hope
He put his gun under my chin and exhaled a breath of smoke
He said think about the people you've hurt and the men you've killed
Think about all the funerals and the coffins you have filled
I said well dead bodies and pale blue faces broken car
Windows and empty shell cases
You can pick the time people and places and I'll show you exactly
How my pistol tastes
It's cold it's cold it's cold
It's cold