Sun Storm Songtext
von Mac Lethal
Sun Storm Songtext
Conflict resolution
That′s damn sure not a specialty
I want to thank everyone for listening
To the album that they just listened to
Please don't take out your lighters though, it′s kinda sad
I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams and cracked out dopamines
Where everybody's looking for an ocean scene
Where Pac and Biggie are passé, cause back home
We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone
I′m from a city where there′s actually people that
Are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage
The Bible Belt, friendly smiles and Christian steeples
And names like Bobby Sue Jenkins and Belinda Peoples
This town is so eerie when it snows
All the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road
The crows flew south to heaven and found the elixir
The echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river to say
"Yeah, this city could be great one day
But the first step is getting out of our own way"
I've been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns
I′ll die right here in this town
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I'm satisfied but it won′t last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
To quote my life as written by Anonymous, fuck it
I think I'll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises
So if you′re coming over, bring a bottle and a cup
There's a war going on outside, and I don′t give a fuck
I could never win the fight for me
I could only minimize the details of my life story
I was born late July, 1981
Skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story's done
But I′mma write the chapters later in my life
In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife
Both of us in wheelchairs, we quietly hold hands
It's strange, but one day I'm gonna be an old man
I hope to be happy on that day
Because I finally stood up and moved the hell out of my own way
I need to move the hell out of my own way
Note to self, and so do you
And I know there′s something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I'm satisfied but it won′t last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
No, no, no, no, no, no
Don't get your lighters out
This isn′t Ben Harper
Thank you 7
Thank you Opus
And thank you Kansas City
Good night
BOW MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
That′s damn sure not a specialty
I want to thank everyone for listening
To the album that they just listened to
Please don't take out your lighters though, it′s kinda sad
I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams and cracked out dopamines
Where everybody's looking for an ocean scene
Where Pac and Biggie are passé, cause back home
We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone
I′m from a city where there′s actually people that
Are bothered by the thought of homosexual marriage
The Bible Belt, friendly smiles and Christian steeples
And names like Bobby Sue Jenkins and Belinda Peoples
This town is so eerie when it snows
All the trees look like ghosts appearing from the road
The crows flew south to heaven and found the elixir
The echo of silence whispers from the mouth of the river to say
"Yeah, this city could be great one day
But the first step is getting out of our own way"
I've been to bigger cities, they produce bigger frowns
I′ll die right here in this town
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I'm satisfied but it won′t last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
To quote my life as written by Anonymous, fuck it
I think I'll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises
So if you′re coming over, bring a bottle and a cup
There's a war going on outside, and I don′t give a fuck
I could never win the fight for me
I could only minimize the details of my life story
I was born late July, 1981
Skip a bunch of bullshit until now and then the story's done
But I′mma write the chapters later in my life
In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife
Both of us in wheelchairs, we quietly hold hands
It's strange, but one day I'm gonna be an old man
I hope to be happy on that day
Because I finally stood up and moved the hell out of my own way
I need to move the hell out of my own way
Note to self, and so do you
And I know there′s something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I'm satisfied but it won′t last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
And I know there's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know, I think I′m satisfied but it won't last
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
I′ll find another rainstorm to fill my glass
No, no, no, no, no, no
Don't get your lighters out
This isn′t Ben Harper
Thank you 7
Thank you Opus
And thank you Kansas City
Good night
BOW MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
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