87 Crowns from Sleepwalker by Sleepwalker
Tracklist
| 7. | 87 Crowns | 8:00 |
Lyrics
Fill em up. Fill em down. Give em AIDS. Give em 87 crowns.
Cut my wrists. Stab my side. Shoot my foot. Baby come inside.
The blood is thick. Go tell the girls. Their father needs them now. Mother sold her pearls.
The soil burns. The widow weeps. The gods are laughing cause she’s their’s to keep.
I beg and plead let me see your eyes
For me there won’t be any paradise.
A frozen image of Xanadu
Your steely soul is always bleeding through.
I could’ve started the third world war
But I was busy on the 14th floor
Just shredding papers and calling names
You should heard of them all repeat their claims.
I don’t expect you to fall asleep
But I expect you to now to help me see
All the little tiny people standing under me
Cause I could drop drop drop a little spot of tea
A ribbon cutting for a heart attack
A triple bypass for a midnight snack
All the little mother fuckas standing under me
Better get their shit their together cause I gotta pee.
The butter’s gone. The farmer’s dead The eggs are rotten and the horses fled.
The tide is high. The creek is low. The cries of anguish clearly just for show.
I floated down. Down to the shore. I had to make amends and settle the score.
The children laugh. All in their graves. We lay their bodies in the nearest cave.
I bought the poison from a helpless man
He died alone up to his neck in the sand
I heard him holler shriekin blood all night
Like the cows were coming home in the ghostly light
He gave up screaming just past half past two
And then he started crying out for you
The waves were crashing up upon the shore
His soul was knocking on an empty door.
