Strong Drunk Hands

by We'll Go Machete

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Stuck in the cell Hand down the trail I would never think of giving you anything more than you were asking Dinner for one Nursing the ale I would never think of giving you anything more than you were asking for All that crust Can fend for itself Don't ask for much I'll point to the cake It's already right there
Serve the flat bread, serve it up with paste All the fish are eating salt for breakfast They need a sharp sound to push out their legs Counted out wrong, counted out to death They've been looking in the wrong direction They need a sharp sound to clear out their way
Grab the fast food life Grasp a hold of the wheel Down, suspend that yell Start running sweat Start getting bored Put the kids up in front Yeah you started, you started a war You gotta dig it up Before the breakdown You gotta stock it up What's left of it A piece of get up, a piece of go You gotta get back your world Step out of self Toss the shirt in the freeze Put the kids up in front
The grease shines clothes and primped hair Just like a bold joke on cocaine The signs point to yes in full swing... a hit, a hit The signs point to yes with no hands The money drops down, a sure win The bases are covered with Cool Wit The signs point to yes in full swing... a hit, a hit The signs point to yes with no hands Flashpan Flash in pan
Wash the cannon Prime the Gatling Step out to the red fight One shot away They'll rot in your hands They flash their dull knives You laugh with hate They'll rot in your hands Put on your kill shirt Soiled black and rank They'll rot in your hands Your motives have started to sway One shot away
Wanted to jump fast He's all fired up with flash Ne'er-do-well Showed up sure faced Shouting all his distant plans Ne'er-do-well His ideas are sunburnt Details are scars and cracked skin With arid mouth, he tries to spit The wind is strong with no back Ships headed to the target in full snail A belly dive to belly up Prodding a story Caught in all the threaded strands Ne'er-do-well Always assured This time he won't get stuck in sand Ne'er-do-well Colorless emotions Backed by the wrong insurance He's boasting operatic plans Swaying around the bullets Fox trotting to the rhythms of mud drums Go running, not for any cause Sucking the souls in Level the playing fields with sap Ne'er-do-well Stuck in the tar pit Stuck in oil and making camp Ne'er-do-well
That dog is circling victims He's got a will to be a shark He shows it's teeth to one man That man just rips and pulls them out Size them His tail's in his legs He tucked it up
We all asked him to go to hell He went down to try and find it Three steps and all is well Foot slips as he stares at his hand… Descend
Gear up, the roach is waking, spit floods the breath Dirt water stalls my hunger, sweet on the dirt I can clear the room but I can't clear out the dread Tie it around my finger, the string along
Wait, turn around The length, used and drowned 40 feet to sea break Taste the dirty salt Laced with chemicals 40 feet to sea break Man I swear it looks too far to swim Something will surely take us before the water ends



released August 18, 2011

Recorded in May 2011 by Matt Smith at EAR studio, Austin, TX. Mastered by Carl Saff. Cedar Fever Records CF07.


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