Hobosexual - The Black Camaro Death | Текст песни

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• Hobosexual
• The Black Camaro Death

27 dollars and a pocket full of lint
Wander streets of Monte Cristo, with my Hendrix stopped in check
Axe from 53, it’s a neck from 82’
Roll a different kind of jam to trump your rudimentary tunes

Chorus: (x2)
Suburban child of reason
Suburban child of myth
We traded out our lives for the Black Camaro Death

Verse 2
We roll with amps they clock 11 and your kick drum clocking 12
Got a drummer with the fists he stole from Bonham down in hell
Roll an 89’ Lebaron, with a trailer to the clubs
Flipping jams out to the tricksters
Spilling chump change, spilling blood

Chorus: (x2)
Suburban child of reason
Suburban child of myth
We traded out our lives for the Black Camaro Death
Suburban child of reason
Suburban child of myth
I want my Sally Field, my Firebirds, with golden plated wings

Bridge:
Sunset in your cityscape
Smokestacks in our yards
Pumping out the hypno-trances, and you smile
Only way to make it out, kill your only clean
Pack your bags into a Chevy van and drive until you scream
We want the genius to survive and the greedy to absolve
Your mothers will obey us, and the man will hear this song
I want the business man to quake
I want the corporate cloaked in shivers
Cause what I say, our words obey and on these rhymes deliver
To us!

Chorus: (x2)(Outro)
Suburban child of reason
Suburban child of myth
We traded out our lives for the Black Camaro Death
Suburban child of reason
Suburban child of myth
I want my Sally Field, my Firebirds, with golden baited breath.

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