Warmachines

Lyrics for Warmachines

Missiles, close enough to see model and make Haters gon' hate Watch my city like the blind sheikh Handle snakes at the wake You can tell he went to hell, just look at his face Looking like the one that got away Survivor's guilt like runaway slave Dad's coffin in the house for two days Lenin lying in state Grab the gats, had a fucking parade Ticker tape on the graves Smoke like grease fire for a pittance, the guns was hired Good riddance Road blocked with burning tires, the plot thickens Delivered to hissing mob, appeal to distant god The sun flat and hard Captain Queeg Caine mutinous Black rain luminous, exhale sour cumulus Clench teeth hold cigars freshly rolled Stories told, lies all Cold call collect Silent auction His soul went unsold Not for lack of trying High horse rode hard, metal is iron Precious as blood from tyrants, built to spill Instill men with the will to kill Your last meal served cold, now it's really real Mountain ranges capped with snow Where time's Guantánamo slow Mud hamlets in the valley below Dirt, stones, bony goats At night, the whisper of ghosts Satellite phones, whirring drones My nigga grip the toast Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum Put 'em in the pit Then we watch the fucking pendulum