Shoot The Singer (1 Sick Verse) (Remastered)

Someone took in these pants Somebody painted over paint Painted wood And where he stood No one stands It's been said he's sittting now In the charming land I've seen saints But remember I forgot to flag them down When they pass And in the morning light You hold that ashtray tight You can put it out But i can't put it out My hand shook Down and out I've got the blisters of the world World knew I named a book after you So look up And watch the camera lens When the risers fade Slow it down Song is sacred And brother Your honor Hang a right at home And in the morning light I'll hold my ashtray tight I can take it down And you can't take it down Tadadara, tadada Don't expect Don't expect