Kai Straw – Slaughterhouse – The Tragedian’s Decoupage Downloads @ KaiStraw.com Facebook – http Tumblr – kaistraw.tumblr.com Twitter – http [Lyrics] The night was ripe and I was pickin’ grapes off it, taken off at like midnight, then I’d say softly that it wouldn’t be met with what normally bested me, which be whiskey and weed but indeed it did, and I was gone like a cough to a lozenger Walked up in a house to ‘em all doin’ dollar hits (of coke) while talking cognitive, rhetoric like philosopher’s about death, life, love, just pondering Solvin’ themselves these shells of truth that they’ll lose once their high’s through, and I guess that defines youth, Then there’s poets praying for plagues or bombs so they’ll have something more to write in essays or songs [be]cause they’re bored of war and can’t do shit about politics so get real fuckin’ drunk and then imagine they can abolish it But then they’ll get old, and have some kids of their own then those kids will say the same shit ’till their old and it repeats over and over, and watch the news – they’re still saying that the world’s fucked and they’ve got it on film Like, Yeah, kill, kill, kill.. did everybody die? Double that, we need ratings, call it, umm, a genocide! Then after a 2-hundred thousand dollar commercial, we’re shown kids blown to bits in a country we’ve never heard of then some have the nerve to comment like they know shit sayin, “Oh, that’s God punishing the heathens’ indulgence” and they believe it, because …
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