Thursday, 30 December 2010

At the Drop of a Hat.

Some lyrics I just wrote -

At the alter, mothers and daughters
Present day, need no supporters
Trouble comes up, hammer comes down
Before this coin drops, I'll hit the ground
Before my life cops, I'll hear that sound
After the bottle pops, I'll get the rounds
No mandy, just white
On a pure south american hype tonight
I gotta tell Tel to stop getting into fights
Although the troubles there
There won't be anything in my way
Walking up them stairs
Up to them pearly white gates

This wasn't fate, just pure hate
A suicide debate pushed to a higher stake
That Russian roulette sealed my place
Dead and forgotten without a trace
Beaten by the glamour and the pace
There 'll be trouble if you forget this face