"Grim-Visaged War" lyrics
CZARFACE & Frankie Pulitzer Lyrics
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Corny line
Sort of like a lifeboat shanty on the borderline
Between the principled and an order line
Marking time be goodly
How could I be?
My mind is open
Trauma finds the potent
We're all inclined to find our kind
Hardwired to join the tribe
Cuz ostracized is not advised
The woods be full of unforgiving times
We should be organized
Inspired by the charismatics on this ride
Acrobatic climbs conjuring the gods in their rhetoric
If it's polyester then forget it
Where's the common sense now, how do we protect it?
Better yet a broken clock is right twice a day
But we know they steer the message
Influence the very best intentions
Corrupt the essence of a good thing
Cuz ultimately everybody's struggling
With certain existential questions
[Eso:]
And that could be the lesson when you
Pressing on the texture of depression in a session just
Looking for that large meaning, but looks they are deceiving
Unless we mean Samara Weaving
Tell me what you are achieving
Fire put you on my mantle
Turn you to ash like your new handle is Bruce Campell
No doubt I be outside like the staff at Chick-fil-a
KG to Brooklyn, how I leave you in disarray (dis a ray Allen)
Shay give this once considered dead art a fresh spark
I shoot sharp like Bret Hart my excellence of execution
That's the best part, check your jaw
It's wide open like the barn door
I got more axes to grind than I got arms for
Richard the III
Knock you off your high horse
Yeah dinner is served
[Shakespeare / Richard III:]
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days
Corny line
Sort of like a lifeboat shanty on the borderline
Between the principled and an order line
Marking time be goodly
How could I be?
My mind is open
Trauma finds the potent
We're all inclined to find our kind
Hardwired to join the tribe
Cuz ostracized is not advised
The woods be full of unforgiving times
We should be organized
Inspired by the charismatics on this ride
Acrobatic climbs conjuring the gods in their rhetoric
If it's polyester then forget it
Where's the common sense now, how do we protect it?
Better yet a broken clock is right twice a day
But we know they steer the message
Influence the very best intentions
Corrupt the essence of a good thing
Cuz ultimately everybody's struggling
With certain existential questions
[Eso:]
And that could be the lesson when you
Pressing on the texture of depression in a session just
Looking for that large meaning, but looks they are deceiving
Unless we mean Samara Weaving
Tell me what you are achieving
Fire put you on my mantle
Turn you to ash like your new handle is Bruce Campell
No doubt I be outside like the staff at Chick-fil-a
KG to Brooklyn, how I leave you in disarray (dis a ray Allen)
Shay give this once considered dead art a fresh spark
I shoot sharp like Bret Hart my excellence of execution
That's the best part, check your jaw
It's wide open like the barn door
I got more axes to grind than I got arms for
Richard the III
Knock you off your high horse
Yeah dinner is served
[Shakespeare / Richard III:]
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days
