"Shutter Island" lyrics

(Flea)

Cook
Much of life tug of war
I trust the lies and bloody swords
And young or wise, I wasn't sure
Hunger rising, some restored
A hundred skies, regular floors
My uncle died juggling war
Those numbers rise, it struck a chord

Monthly rides
Just stuck and tired
Enough divided cups to pour
Trouble find me less untoward
Come for violence, nothing pure

Clutter island, hundreds piled
Money pirate, jump aboard
Stomach grinding, butterflies
I couldn't die, just nothing more

Muddy diamonds rupture core
Courage strike from luck ignored
Push yourself if you 'bout your force
Those crooked slums where thugs resort

Hood above, I lust for warrant
Cookie crumbs above the torch
Looking slumped and unemployed
No kush and comfort for the boy
Huh, I couldn't crush my mother joy
She shouldn't trust my stubborn love
They never gave your son a choice
Uh, much of life a tug of war
I trust the lies and bloody sword