Futurebirds EP

Breathe for Days

Dirty D

Please be responsible when you’re hauling my pink couch
Please take care, the driveways around here tend to slouch
Thought Dirty D could take on an elephant, even the whole MS-13
Those gangsters in Mexico would’ve loved to get their hands on such a fine killing machine

Such a fine killing machine
Such a fine killing machine

Dirty D took one good hit, but the second silenced his roar
One hit was enough for taking, but the second ruined pinky’s décor
The grill was no longer smiling, I could tell (I could tell) by the chrome in his nose
The impractical bastard was dead, I was happy…his story was closed

Dirty D’s not gone, he’s here staring at me
The Dirty D won’t die, no, he refuses to sleep
I’m so mad I can barely speak
Go to sleep… Go to sleep…

Red Top Girl

Something tells me it’s 3’oclock
I can’t speak, it’s your damn fault
You kept me up last night til 4
Like the night before and the night before
The thought of you burns my mind
Turns my stomach inside out
I think we’d better call it a night
More of you’s gonna make me wanna fight

Wake up, wake up I’m your man
That little red top’s gonna come right off
In a one night stand
When I meet my maker, when I find my mark
The red top girl’s gonna keep me warm in the cold, cold dark.

I see you there in your little red top
Just this once, it don’t mean stop
Wraps around you smooth and soft
Makes me wanna take it off
I can’t stand to wait around
Come see you baby in ? town
We can stay up till the dawn
Just behind the starhill farm

Wake up, wake up I’m your man
That little red top’s gonna come right off
In a one night stand
When I meet my maker, when I find my mark
Red top girl’s gonna keep me warm in the cold, cold dark.

Megachills

I’m feeling beat, I’m feeling bad
Just looking for the thrill I had
Before, the temptress to my hand
I need your green I need your
To fight the things we constantly pursue
These things, they burn like fire, burns like fire
Like the spirits that get our heads alright
Like the females deep into the night
It’s such a lovely sight it makes ya high, high

So when I wake the devils in my ?
I know which turns will takes me to the door
Warm like a child, clean and pure
Hit the doors, the ? stacked on ?
Sight’s a sin there’s nothing left to distract
From the engine’s hum, it’s giving light
Won’t take me high
Fill my chalice I fill it up to the top
So that I need two hands just to pick it up
That’s a side I can’t control it, high, high, high, high

Just some kinda
Just a little from one to another

I get the feelin I’l be cold
I know the megachills are cold

I want to swim down to the depths
A 64 oz pressed to my lips
My tongues alive, with fishin eyes
Nothing but clean water fills my eye
I drink till I’m wet just because I can
I can drown right now and die a happy man
I can drown right now and die a happy man, be a happy man

All hours of the day as well as night
Hit the doors bright lights will have you feeling right
Fill it to the brim, high, high, high, high

M J B

Mr. Johnny knows that book just like the back of his hand
Trust in the lord, man, he’ll take you to the promised land,
As he shakes the bible in his hand.
Mr. Johnny’s got his tent and he’s got his fans
Fancy cars in the driveway and the people say Look at this.
They don’t know his ignorance is bliss.

Screaming “love thy neighbor” as he laughs at midgets on TV,
Thumbing the cross around his neck and trying sobriety.
He looks so peculiar through his specs, ’cause he still can’t see.
Is it clear to anyone but me? Is he kidding anyone but me?

Mr. Johnny knows not much and he knows it well.
Two types if people, those to heaven and those to hell.
He takes a drag but he doesn’t inhale.
Somewhere down that long tough and winding path
Mr Johnny’s golden rule turn the water green crimson black
His fundamentals are a thing of the past

Teaching the children all the virtues of equality
Boy tuck your shirt tail in, no room for minorities
He looks so peculiar through his specs cause he still can’t see
Is he kidding anyone but me? Is it clear to anyone but me?

Mr. Johnny raises his brow as the sun goes down
Through this strange cacophony he hears the trumpet sound
And then he smiles as his feet leave the ground

Screaming “love thy neighbor” as he laughs at midgets on tv
thumbing the cross around his neck, he’s trying sobriety
looks so peculiar through his specs because he still can’t see
Is he kidding anyone but me? Is it clear to anyone but me?

Americle

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