Boomslang Lyrics

Boomslang in a cold front

Seeking shelter from confusion

I feel so out of place

Just like a sleight of hand illusion

The common green is open

Yet I’m feeling fucking closed into

A pocket of my own design

As wide as I can swing

So hit the grindstone, son

Gonna make them shiver

Make their widows drag the river

Desperate times seek desperate measures

Break out all them war-time feathers

I’m a desperate man from a tribe called Boomslang

Boomslang bam-bam-BOOM

Boomslang suffocating

On a doctrine of delusion

You’re waving social contracts

In my face as if you use them

But I didn’t make my mark

On any round-robin or charter

I ceded nothing to you, man

And neither did my fathers

So hit the grindstone, son

Gonna make them shiver

Make their widows drag the river

Desperate times seek desperate measures

Break out all them war-time feathers

I’m a desperate man from a tribe called Boomslang

Boomslang bam-bam-BOOM

And I don’t feel that articulate today

You’re talking to me but I don’t know what to say

I’ve never felt like such a specimen

A stranger in my own homeland

You fuck with me and try to tame me

And I’ll only run away

You cut the tongue out of my mouth

To keep the scent of your fear safe

You fuck with me

And I’ll haunt the sockets of your skull beyond the grave

So hit the grindstone, son

Gonna make them shiver

Make their widows drag the river

Desperate times seek desperate measures

Break out all them war-time feathers

I’m a desperate man from a tribe called Boomslang

Boomslang bam-bam-BOOM