My OperaScroobius Pip Infected My Head
Tuesday, March 20, 2012 2:06:43 PM
Love his voice, style and beard ... Mr Scroobius Pip !
Let 'Em Come (Lyrics)
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips
Pull it up with our teeth, til it covers our lips
Exhale, central heating for the weatherbeaten
My feet are beating the street in tostand by us and Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with a distant stare
No-one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip, they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slits that we engrave and mould
Through an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered old mixtape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be the Kane and Abel
If the bad times are coming let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slum
'Fore the once young braves succumb
The fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming let 'em come
Let 'Em Come (Lyrics)
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips
Pull it up with our teeth, til it covers our lips
Exhale, central heating for the weatherbeaten
My feet are beating the street in tostand by us and Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with a distant stare
No-one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip, they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slits that we engrave and mould
Through an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered old mixtape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be the Kane and Abel
If the bad times are coming let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slum
'Fore the once young braves succumb
The fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming let 'em come
