Des Ark - Covert Conspiracy Of Spanish Speaking Cats текст песни

If you're looking for a reason to freeze to death

Many can't feel that it's their father's breath

If you're scared as shit to talk about your family traits

Just know that I believe, and I always will believe

In you



If you lay another hand on your son, sir

I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you

You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize

But still, what good are you?



Father cut off all of the ties that bind

A father to his son

If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk



I can show you all the things he's gonna steal and sell

And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell

Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood


Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life

Choking up his own blood

Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star

And if he don't put it out himself

It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons

I wish I didn't cut off all of the ties that bound us

The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts

These are the ones we love