Mild Davis - Prince of Mayport (feat. Astronautalis) | Текст песни

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• Prince of Mayport (feat. Astronautalis)

this is a song for all the punk kids
who turned handsome and got old
a romantic for lost souls
i said hey, this is the song for all the dumb shit
that you stand for and lost hope. its been
a long time, my how you have grown

I’ve been a pair of legs
forever walking
mark miles in cement from the
cradle to the coffin
met many a loser
caught a couple of keepers
Ate lunch with a prince once
that drove a street sweeper
this prince is a bean pole with
tussled hair and funny socks
yankee crown crusader
mister mutton chops
six foot something unbuttoned
a tall stretch of royalty
was steady as a chevy
with old yeller loyalty
now the street sweeping lives
the life of a loner and
on a night like tonight he came
upon a panicky homeowner
pulled the sweeper to the curb
to hear her saga sing
she said my house is on fire
save my daughters and quick
the mother and daughters in question
were well known throughout the land
a talk drink of ex beauty queen
sought by many a man
her daughters were all followers
of her beautiful traits
longhaired songbirds whose midtown movements
were smooth enough to stop parades
the prince jumped into action without further ado
asked for some direction to the blaze current consumed
and upon arriving flames rising eyes widened by the roaring
fire he saw the girls hanging from five different stories
he rolled his sleeves to his elbows
pulled his cap to his crown
hails the jumbled letters of courage
and sighs it out
steps inside the house
feels the heat upon his face
praised the ghost of johnny cash
and steps inside the place

hey, this is a song for all the punk kids
who turned handsome and got old
a romantic for lost souls
i said hey this is a song for all the dumb shit
that you stand for and lost hope
its been a long time my how you have grown

there were hollers for help from every direction
nearly naked in night things the girls vie for his protection
the first was the worst deceptively heavy
pleading protection of rings and things exceptionally petty
the second was restless limited faith
questioning the prince is this really gonna be safe
the third was a burden the prince shrugged it away
the fourth fifth sixth seventh eighth and ninth were all the same
begging him to save their dog and carry their dress
burying the prince in flickering smiles and selfish requests
but he still picked up lifted up everyone left
two girls on each arm one on his head four on his chest
each set of lips had a private wish on flowered breath
each curving hip had him going back into the mess
quitting was no option even if it lead to his death
even the best have fallen even the greatest will fail a test
but after loads and burdens filled with clothes and curtains
his throat is hurtin and death is certain the prince returns into the burning
building losing feeling in his fingertips and arms
overwhelmed by all the effort our good samaritan succumbs
on his slow decent his eyes focused in
on a shiny silhouette racing to hold onto his hand
its the last of the daughters fairest of hand and face
picture of grace slim carrying but bearing a sudden strength

hey this is a song for all the punk kids
who turned handsome and got old
a romantic for lost souls
i said hey this is a song for all the dumb shit
that you stand for and lost hope
its been a long time my how you have grown

she looks into the princes eyes just before his vision fades
holds his hand and whispers its gonna be ok
picks up his broken frame and steps out of the flames
lays him in the grass as the house collapses into the blaze
while all the other daughters are crying over diamonds
they forget about the prince laying unconscious and silent
except for the last worried by the man
waits for his eyes to open never letting go of his hand

hey this is a song for all the punk kids
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