Atmosphere - When The Lights Go Out lyrics

Do you remember that knife you wouldn't part with? You kept it sharp just to carve my f**in' heart like a park bench Well I found it this morning in a Southside bus stop And I'm smiling for this mugshot That's when I knew the plan was bound to fail By the time you hear the song I'll be singing it from down at the county jail Still filled to the maximum, so f** Bill Clinton with his saxophone And cut, I'm trying to follow a lit fuse I must have missed a day's allowance of fish food Like who's tit do you think that this is dude? She ain't your b**h to misuse And when there ain't nothing more to grab I might give something back to the floor of this cab I might tag my name on the door of your building Might even make a couple of your children When all the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out (One, two) Click is when they go in, we keeps it flowin' Wrote this poem from a swollen place of deep knowin' Winter showin', we scared of the dark as night approaches Until a time comes, some run like roaches Stop, drop, pop a slug out the mag Tag, thug it out, brag, hold on to your bug out bag When he's out on tour [?] and the drink go down Grab your girl, he might arouse her, yowzers What dreams may come Some plot and scheme on the scene, he play dumb From the load out, true emissarie who forever ready Ask your secretary 'bout the melonberry It's elementary, fedora or the ski hat Draws or Dungaree slacks, where you gonna be at? Don't repeat that, she ain't the type no doubt If she wanna eat it's goin' right in her mouth When all the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out Yeah, you know it's like...you know. All this political stuff, you know what I'm saying? This gossip on TV. You know everybody tryna get they talk on. You know the rumors and all that, that's where they make...you know, that's how they make their money. You know, talkin' about things, but you know...we a part of that. You see what happen? Money don't mean nothing, it really don't, money don't mean a damn thing. You see what happened to Joan Rivers? All that money for her face and skin and...vain? You know what I M saying? I might just walk up to one of these motherf**in' super stars and pull they're wig off.