Hollandaise & Duck Gravy
Sweet and sour the crowd devours all you give it
Leave nothing for the scavengers to scour
They'll be livid but it isn't your downer to live with
The dingy visage of a missing kid from the town an hour over
Immigrated to a different terra, there I found a rover
Before I dared to declare the era of soldiers in areas
They don't belong, then they're there a thousand strong
Breathing air without a treaty, seeing seedlings order bombs
Sorted qualms to receding reasons for the rule of law
Ooh la la, coup de tat, who can cool the mob?
Stupid is as stupid does I wish I knew it not
Shooting stops nothing but the human heart, give it thought
Often taught a lesson I was yet to learn
Murdered in the Slaughterhouse Five years before I got to take my turn
Gotta take my turn before I'm murdered in five
All that time in the worst of it taught me how to survive
Urgent the crime, the person hurt me, committed
But suburban PI's approaching first with suspicions
I broached the road with a vision of how to get a description
From the dopes within my family of what they had witnessed
But they giving up before beginning on it
Giving me the run-around to skip away with my deposit
Twice what I allotted on the odds that God was watching
In the hope of false prophets getting caught being rotten
Topple all the monuments you've propped in your brain
You've been cosplaying stains on the continent's name
I don't aim for popularity, I err to baring clarity
It can scare you away if you've adopted the fake
Ancient displays of what you're never to prey on
Still don't taper the rate at which you face devastation
All the emotional weight of your project in crayon
Relegated to the cover so your stage reputation remains
I shouldn't have to explain the rate of rapid decay
Skills you heard graduated from the Action of Bay
Back to basics if you're not invading the path that I take
I would've made it but the average ask for asses that shake
And that ain't a complaint directed at the current scene
Staking claims on currency and curves that make the haters seethe
Is a lane that got created around 1983
And all the legends seem sedated, just beration never empathy
I know the landscape frustrating if you only looking
At the man's plate covered in the Hollandaise and Duck Gravy
Fuck's sake, how you gonna say you've had enough
Of a generation you ain't ever gave a buck, Shady?
What is safety but luck? I'm gonna pace me a rut
Until I'm aging gracefully or the stage lights cut
I'm gonna rage righteously until my pain lightens me
Better brace yourself tightly when it's time for the flood
Leave nothing for the scavengers to scour
They'll be livid but it isn't your downer to live with
The dingy visage of a missing kid from the town an hour over
Immigrated to a different terra, there I found a rover
Before I dared to declare the era of soldiers in areas
They don't belong, then they're there a thousand strong
Breathing air without a treaty, seeing seedlings order bombs
Sorted qualms to receding reasons for the rule of law
Ooh la la, coup de tat, who can cool the mob?
Stupid is as stupid does I wish I knew it not
Shooting stops nothing but the human heart, give it thought
Often taught a lesson I was yet to learn
Murdered in the Slaughterhouse Five years before I got to take my turn
Gotta take my turn before I'm murdered in five
All that time in the worst of it taught me how to survive
Urgent the crime, the person hurt me, committed
But suburban PI's approaching first with suspicions
I broached the road with a vision of how to get a description
From the dopes within my family of what they had witnessed
But they giving up before beginning on it
Giving me the run-around to skip away with my deposit
Twice what I allotted on the odds that God was watching
In the hope of false prophets getting caught being rotten
Topple all the monuments you've propped in your brain
You've been cosplaying stains on the continent's name
I don't aim for popularity, I err to baring clarity
It can scare you away if you've adopted the fake
Ancient displays of what you're never to prey on
Still don't taper the rate at which you face devastation
All the emotional weight of your project in crayon
Relegated to the cover so your stage reputation remains
I shouldn't have to explain the rate of rapid decay
Skills you heard graduated from the Action of Bay
Back to basics if you're not invading the path that I take
I would've made it but the average ask for asses that shake
And that ain't a complaint directed at the current scene
Staking claims on currency and curves that make the haters seethe
Is a lane that got created around 1983
And all the legends seem sedated, just beration never empathy
I know the landscape frustrating if you only looking
At the man's plate covered in the Hollandaise and Duck Gravy
Fuck's sake, how you gonna say you've had enough
Of a generation you ain't ever gave a buck, Shady?
What is safety but luck? I'm gonna pace me a rut
Until I'm aging gracefully or the stage lights cut
I'm gonna rage righteously until my pain lightens me
Better brace yourself tightly when it's time for the flood
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Writer(s): Jack Mabie
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