Hacksaw (Death of a Longboard) Lyrics

Corner out by river street

Close to end experience

Longboard disintegrating

From that man's foolishness

I waited my turn to cross

The signal was good to go

Patience for pedestrians

I don't want to die bro

Ever feel like existence

Is awareness of tragedy

I give the largest portion

To myself then Cassady

But everybody wants a piece

I got to give out a slice

Cut a slab of Julian

To go with your beans and rice

Poverty line is high raps

Rap like green Mario

Telepathic mindfulness

Of auras slight Lucario

Presently is a word

I don't t use very often

Perhaps employ it more

While resting in a coffin

I know it doesn't work like that

Cut my toe off with the hacksaw

Shh shh

Shh shh

Cut my toe off cut my toe

Let the world know

It's safety no it's Julian

Say it Hamilton Faulkner

Regal sounding I admit

No relation to the author

Steady as the ship sails on

Through the twisted waves

Polite to a fault when I

Awkwardly ask for a raise

I used to put nose to the grindstone

But now I put my ear to the hacksaw

Well It's time to Van Gogh