The Old Law

Lyrics for The Old Law

In my death mask and my mismatched soot I pilate chop yore cross the stage I met a musing gospel In the bath a tic mid its way Into my read ilked Braine The drinks had martyred lunch effectively Before I even rose to speak Don't wanna dis-anoint the campaign but Sickle Bill lives on me Wren free (Oh) A man's life God's trash There's no law but the old law, baby Petitfour Nothing dies 'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Pick me to sling your widdle clot bled dry In your Matty-Mac-Beau-Harry guise Oh, I left you for the honey Couldn't trident you If I lyed A man's life Gods trash There's no law but the old law, baby Petitfour Nothing dies 'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze God said no I said "twice" Cmon big man Won't you make me? Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Year Zero in the summertime Bagmember Slaycation Hal Ashby Fast fashion