Soon Come Soon Songtext
von Young Fathers
Soon Come Soon Songtext
Hold down beholder
Hold down beholder
Hold down beholder, the handle′s broken
Come get your beating
Did I not feed you?
You're my boy and your God is evil
Point blank
Gasp for air when there′s two in here
Silent day to torture
Join me, comrade
Dinner with dogs and kissing sad cats
Scraps and all for the cunning rats
Drawing blood and have a drink
Take a shot and then shoot, shooter
Take a shot and then shoot, shooter
Take a shot and then shoot
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Turn me up, turn me up
Say, say, say
Batter up, batter up
Hey, hey, hey
Having enough is not enough to say choice is not a luxury
On this occasion definitely
(Honestly, it is)
Green grasses and green grasses in green patches
Sandcastles, full throttle, something subtle
Paper rubles inside the girdle mumbling curses
System of her dancing, nothing worth liking
Lower than a bastard, classing from the Baster
Burying the hatchet
How do you think she like it?
She lay the chigger in the casket
How do you think she likes it?
Throwing caution to the wind
Letting love pass you by
Send a note to future self
Stay awake and alert
Hear the click clang at the belts
The rustling in the leaves, my dear
(Oh, let it soon come soon)
(Oh, let it soon come soon)
(At the instance of detonation, the temperature of the meteor fire will work its way to a million degrees)
(as hot as the surface of the sun)
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon
Hold down beholder
Hold down beholder, the handle′s broken
Come get your beating
Did I not feed you?
You're my boy and your God is evil
Point blank
Gasp for air when there′s two in here
Silent day to torture
Join me, comrade
Dinner with dogs and kissing sad cats
Scraps and all for the cunning rats
Drawing blood and have a drink
Take a shot and then shoot, shooter
Take a shot and then shoot, shooter
Take a shot and then shoot
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it)
Turn me up, turn me up
Say, say, say
Batter up, batter up
Hey, hey, hey
Having enough is not enough to say choice is not a luxury
On this occasion definitely
(Honestly, it is)
Green grasses and green grasses in green patches
Sandcastles, full throttle, something subtle
Paper rubles inside the girdle mumbling curses
System of her dancing, nothing worth liking
Lower than a bastard, classing from the Baster
Burying the hatchet
How do you think she like it?
She lay the chigger in the casket
How do you think she likes it?
Throwing caution to the wind
Letting love pass you by
Send a note to future self
Stay awake and alert
Hear the click clang at the belts
The rustling in the leaves, my dear
(Oh, let it soon come soon)
(Oh, let it soon come soon)
(At the instance of detonation, the temperature of the meteor fire will work its way to a million degrees)
(as hot as the surface of the sun)
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon)
Oh, let it soon come soon
Writer(s): Aloysius Massaquoi, Graham Hastings, Kayus Bankole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com