Bootleg from Egg by Johngo

Stretch your hands out man reach them up high
And grab at the flesh dropping down from the sky
If we ever find land prepare for a fight
If you want to get paid keep your shoes tied
And if they stab a flag straight in your eye
The crows and cats will keep your son alive
Know the second you step into the light
Your flaws and faults will all be analyzed
Then Nephilim three hundred ells tall
Will break your back and crush your skull
They'll suck the sweet meat from your bones
But even if you die you can't let go
Of the rock of the trees of the waterfalls
Of the flyover states and of the shopping malls
But of course most important of all
Do not let go of the goddamn ball

7 uninterputed hours
Of 400 brake horsepower
Collisions of cruciate ligaments
Shotguns pistols and wings
11 corn fed demons
Deprived of sense and meaning
Spinal chords wrapped in velvet bows
4th down and goal to go

Break all the fingers youve stacked in piles
And run back and forth for tens of miles
Through missing teeth maintain your smile
That speaks of a willforce undefiled
Make a caged up brain the latest style
And in the face of defeat remain hostile
Your body and mind will reconcile
If the flesh you guard remains mobile
Split the bodies from the huddle out wide
And defend to death the scrimmage line
And when God dials up a number nine
With the defense in a cover 3 wide
The X dig route should buy some time
Since the outside corner he should bite
These were the plans but all the while
Evan Neal's a god damn turnstile

Were going to the superbowl!

There are many trials still in your way
Harassed first by five birds of prey
If their talons don't lead you astray
Four big cats will rip out your airway
15 men then make melee
Three thieves three generals and a saint
Two gigantic titans blot out days
Two snorting steeds shall then array
Before they charge jet-quick to fray
There's a bear but he's been dead since '88
A dolphin will ram you in your brown place
These are the gods of the USA
You will never truly escape their play
You are just a pawn in their great game
But at least we have knee braces and x rays
Intravenous hydration and ankle tape

7 uninterputed hours
Of 400 brake horsepower
Collisions of cruciate ligaments
Shotguns pistols and wings
11 corn fed demons
Deprived of sense and meaning
Spinal chords wrapped in velvet bows
4th down and goal to go

• Alternative
• Electronic
• indie pop
• Hazleton