Hercules Alive
A blind man on the street came up to me
Said young man, tell me what you want to be
A butterfly
Or Hercules
Watchu mean
Fill my cup with kerosene
Kiss my lips with heresy
Embarrass me
Harvest my soul, my energy
Just as long as you take care of me
Carefully or terribly
Roll the Styx take the shit, but caroling - apparently
Merry
Merry
Merry
Merrily
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
A hurricane is coming through
A hurricane is coming to you
Bad trip or a nightmare
Trap star with the big hair
Scoot to your bitch crib
Back stroking out
Bedroom to a lake there
Ahhhhh
Got the globe all locked down
And you stuck on a old pound
Hometown, show 'round
Close down, oh wow, break down
25k worth a run around
Screaming like hell
But your mouth don't make a sound
Mama at your neck, shut up, try to keep it down
Say you bout your money
But your whip be squeaking loud
Listen when I talk, get a pen here and write it down
Butterfly kiss, laid back, on a living lie
Legends ever die, but the ride might take your life
Hero butterfly, weigh it out, baby, you decide
When the wind blows, which ghost will you leave behind
You hear it? That's the sound of the maker
Get ready to meet him
The sound of the maker
Get ready to feed him
And I'm hungry
I'm an animal - a man off the chain on the loose!
Said young man, tell me what you want to be
A butterfly
Or Hercules
Watchu mean
Fill my cup with kerosene
Kiss my lips with heresy
Embarrass me
Harvest my soul, my energy
Just as long as you take care of me
Carefully or terribly
Roll the Styx take the shit, but caroling - apparently
Merry
Merry
Merry
Merrily
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
A hurricane is coming through
A hurricane is coming to you
Bad trip or a nightmare
Trap star with the big hair
Scoot to your bitch crib
Back stroking out
Bedroom to a lake there
Ahhhhh
Got the globe all locked down
And you stuck on a old pound
Hometown, show 'round
Close down, oh wow, break down
25k worth a run around
Screaming like hell
But your mouth don't make a sound
Mama at your neck, shut up, try to keep it down
Say you bout your money
But your whip be squeaking loud
Listen when I talk, get a pen here and write it down
Butterfly kiss, laid back, on a living lie
Legends ever die, but the ride might take your life
Hero butterfly, weigh it out, baby, you decide
When the wind blows, which ghost will you leave behind
You hear it? That's the sound of the maker
Get ready to meet him
The sound of the maker
Get ready to feed him
And I'm hungry
I'm an animal - a man off the chain on the loose!
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Jones
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