Doomtree - OMG! lyrics

They call me Heavy Hands and Distrophe Muscles for a Man's Man Russel Crowe's Feet Fighting Monsters for a Man's Plan And I'm a Ladies Gent on an 80's dime a dozen A 90's throwback Play with fire and risk the blow back Backdrafts and wall collapse Back drops and acolytes A Prayer for the Rollerboys, Santa Claus, and Pantomimes I don't pa** the wine I'm past that prime I pa** my time asinine and more than half my life is lost to sacrifice A common tragedy uncommon avenues I know you've heard of a me All the potential in the world Just needed to adjust his attitude And do you know what it's done to me? Its made me mad at you People just like me Who don't do what they got to NO pity for the oblique Greedy for oblivion Seen it thru a looking gla** made of obsidian See the semi-simians Spinning like the ceiling fans See you when I see you Meet me where your city ends Scenic routes are bleeding raw Seen it once then you've seen it all Leisure suits and leather shoes Seafood zoos and Caesar sauce Season pa**es see their a**es stickin' out when they're screaming "GOD"' Oh my GOD!! Mississippi mud-skipping see me sink into the wave breaks Whiskey sipping tongue kissing slipping outta day beds California day dreaming, "turn the lights out" Wait a god damn minute and i'mma sing you to sleep Chuck Taylors fulla river banks swelling higher than you're used to Drunk Sailors call out smelling Fires from Houston It's the vapors and an Afterburn, papers and a sack to burn We exchange looks only afterwords And only by the written ones slowly growing ever colder Yet they're solely sitting in the sun buried when the winter comes She's a Debbie Downer doing what her sister does He's a Donnie Darko looking for his pills and bit a fist a cuffs 100% Indian summers and a lackluster rent Gully full of Ovaltine Sunny Liston Bully to the Coke Bottle Polar Bears Funnystyle Hollywood Leave their Souls when they sold em there Go Back East Better Slow that Beast Before this Old Crab Feast Before this Grown Man Speaks I'll get my young a** shot talkin' that "f** those cops" Got a Picture Perfect Future? Too Bad it's All Photoshopped Pirates of the american well being Virus violent selling equal symptoms You just gotta out source the incomes In comes the villian dividing vice and victims Vie to die by the devine benign still aligned with stigmas It's a sticky situation standing still and satiated Hate the nation, not the nationalist Healthy Hatred amongst aquaintances With the Patience of a Capitalist And the Virtue of a Pasteur Ancients died for your Happiness We're just dying for their Answers Wrote a letter to my country men and post dated the postage No more than a nom'de'plum romancing the moon and ocean Hell or high water I'mma Dance with the Dead Bones Red palms and all holmes Handed down from said poems Sand bagged and branded for business Begging to be dethroned Gla** banks fulla gas tanks that are fulla stones Your fulla sh** and I can smell it in your vocal tones Poke a hole for a focal point add in total points & overthrows Cuz...