yeah we were trying to decided what this song WAS about... i guess its about loss... we dont know for sure
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Story behind the song
yeah so we decided to write another song... and this was conjured from chicken bones and spilt mountain lightning
Lyrics
im thinking this song could be the shit
im drinking, gettin drunk off Adam's tit
life's a saucer filled with day old sour milk
my heads a pinball machine allways displaying "tilt"
if the paint's thick then so shall it be known
i never gave my nod to approve of this seed sown
the old school never seemed so far away
but my feet aint touched the soil in at least 70 days
put that mixtape in the hands of Satan's son
mourn no longer for the fodder cause the fodder's job is done
if the rainbows lose indigo or red
simply show a little respect say a word and bow your head
should the paint peel and fall onto the floor
know that father didn't bother cause he dont live here no more