$4 Vic / Nothing but You + Me (FTL)

Still in Brooklyn Lullabies chime crooked For the harrowed and the shook-en Back to dose me Back to hold the high closely For the sparrows and the butchers See the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling For the habit and the hammered and the cowering In the magic with the haunted and the doubted There are ghosts here There's a presence there's a power For the tightrope over tank with the piranhas For the frazzled its a moment its a promise To be broke down to be lowdown to be honest Another showdown with the woozy and the conscious For the aggy with the baggy with the bottle With a smile with a sip with a swallow And don't you ever try to say that you're not one of us, my love We are the touched We are entrusted with the same tomorrow I'm still living like a four dollar vick. (Jumping off the world) (Till I get there) A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. (Jumping off the world) (Until I get there) In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. (Jumping off the world) (Until I get there) You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch That is where I live (Jumping off the world) This album is dedicated to Camu Tao And this goes out to the To the maniacs And aristocrat grifters To the zealots To the monarchs What up brainiacs? Compulsively acidic rainiacs Repulsively predictable painiacs To the liars For the devils night fires Same to you too town cryer Top O'the morning morbid Quite a day we're having gorgeous Salutations unimportant Hello uninspired I thought I'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired I wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside You'll always be that special part of me That loves to dine on grinning void So flirty touches dizzy lust I must imbibe And what a team we made There's nothing we can't justify But I am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined And I can no longer contain whats under my disguise I've always had the cancer for the cure That's what the fuck am I I'm still living like a four dollar vick. (Jumping off the world) (Till I get there) A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. (Jumping off the world) (Until I get there) In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. (Jumping off the world) (Until I get there) You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch That is where I live (Jumping off the world) I know there's Something good that I'd die here for Something great that I'd live here for Something fly that I'd write for you Something wrong that I'd bite you for Something sacred you'd cure me of Something sad to make sure your loved Some of us cannot trust no one Some of us don't deserve no trust Nothing wrong with not being strong Nothing says we need to beat what's wrong Nothing manmade remains made long That's a debt we can't back out of Nothing that they can take from you Nothing that they can do to me Nothing I wouldn't do for you Nothing left here but you and me There's nothing they would do for you, differently They're not even listening They don't even gleam that we're existing in There's nothing here but love and you Groveling, look what they're accomplishing The systematic god's have all demolished it But I've never felt so brave As when I'm looking at your face They can decimate my body But my heart will not disgrace They can torture and interrogate And shackle to my boot I will gnaw off my own leg And hop the fuck right back to you

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