Death ft. The Pathet Lao Lyrics

Time, yo, tee two, six fifteen

Highway to hell, inhaling laced toxins

Death on my head, like life ain't no options

Cooked to order half raw concoction

Unfortunate abortions we auctioned

Highest bidder with a green card

You could bill it to the game, forgot about the charge

Dressed to impress, spot camouflage

I'm I really there, or just a mirage?

Disappeared reappear Cuban cigars

In the air suicide summersaults

Slight tear, time fabric fine cloths

Twilight bright, attracting moths

Clumsily drop cuts, I'm a klutz

Philly stacking chips with utz

Difference boy you just ain't us

Soar let fester, oozing hush

A what death?

What, what, what a death?

What a death?

What, what a, what a death?

What death?

What, what, what a death?

What a death?

What, what a, what a death?

Sunless summer, land of sand

Dapper Clubber Lang fan calm I am

Thirty eight of Sam

Drive-by caravan, brought the fam

For spinach, pop you can

It's just business, part of the scam

No floorpan, Flintstone's scram

Relentless practice, spam

Peanut butter jam, sacrificial lambs

Slip on vans, fire power, contra blam

Sega's sixteen bit, altered man

Gunfight frying pan, crispy and

Signal demands, wave of a hand

Ritual a rant next, avalanche

Wingspan avalanche, France bunny ranch

Trees disbranch, executive branch

A what death?

What, what, what a death?

What a death?

What, what a, what a death?

What death?

What, what, what a death?

What a death?

What, what a, what a death?

Can, can he understand what I'm saying?

Doesn't matter, we're going to blank his memory

Can, can he understand what I'm saying

Doesn't matter, we're going to blank his memory anyway

Well I think we should lose the arm

What, what do you think Johnson?

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