Woolf Songtext
von Ecid

Ages ago, the city was held hostage
Five letter word, wolf stand still colossus
Sloppy by design, but the style was polished
Homed every billboard, boxcar, and college
He wore the price on his hand, style gladly
Knee-deep in a mountain of hamburger patties
Like, "Fuck off, bitch, and don′t forget the sesame seed bun
Your fifteen burners of fame are finally done"
He never slept, he never talked, he never even lived
Just scribbled all the visuals flashing through his lid
Word started spreading through multiple channels
He was a task force robot in the shell of a vandal
He wasn't in it for the fame, martyr for the art, starving
Until the writer we love to hate with milk carton
Never to be seen again, a blip in the margin
Immortalized folklore, legendary carving


We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)

Living off soap operas and popsicles
Amazed by the space separating us from God′s missile
Caught in the middle of a chicken pot pistol
And I thought, "He's just mommy′s little auctioned off cripple"
Secluded in the farms of northern Iowa
Miles apart from things he'd die to touch
You could feel the love in all the ′I give ups'
Almost as much as the constant Vicodin buzz
Pump′s Viking blood with the mind of a psychic thug
But can't tie his shoes, let alone ride the bus
Stuck in total blackness, eyes wide shut
One in a million freak accident, just my luck
The only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta
And ten years of hate waiting to get out and get up
This city is mine, mine for the taking
No returns, every inch burned, liquidated


We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)

Where he came from, art was foreign
Found a voice in graffiti ′cause it never ignored him
Became a generic aerosol head, fuck Air Jordans
Leave this shithole then invest in distortion
Hitchhiking with a Sharpie marker, thumbs high
On a mission to tattoo every cloud in the sky
After days of travel, he landed in B-boy Babylon
Equipped with dated bubble letters, that fad is gone
He didn't know what he was doing, but knew what he wanted
He wanted to make a name bigger than your name, promise
At all costs, bombing like a kamikaze comic
But all too many fundamental tricks went forgotten, like
"Fuck, there′s a red cherry shadow coming after me
I'm hanging solo on a clothesline, ready to make a masterpiece"
Lost balance, shattered knees, cracked teeth
Handcuffed, billy clubbed in the temple, can′t see

We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y'all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)
We just want our names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes, yes, y′all (Uh-uh)