"Tommy" lyrics
What fresh horror awaits us?
When the best part of your day is to fentanyl for the wake-up
Treachery, espionage, escalation
The nod beckons me, but nah I best be on my best behavior
She says she's ready to reset and to respect what's sacred
Forgot she signed the DNR, they can't resuscitate her
The dark recesses of desperation
Take a lesson from the third world and shoot first, like second nature
Soft whispers, angel kisses on our scar tissue
Wince as I picture my daughter pitched through that car window
Hearts harvesting hate, harbingers of hard history, dark rituals, horrible fates
Carnival barkers, carceral state
Carnal sins committed by cardinal bishops, the carnage of the crusades
Carpal tunnel corporals, cornucopious coffins, cornucopious corpses
It's only Marxism they went to war with
Gucci goggles on in the mausoleum
We'll never be the bosses, they just made us pay the cost to be them
Territory Lebensraum paranormal healers
Every gun I tote is not a ghost
You and your homie both swore you'd seen it
Fuck the Art of War
Hollows follow you home down hallowed halls and corridors
Around corners past the corner store
Like a starving carnivore with thoughts of eating
Blood in the water means the sharks are feeding
My Marxist army caught a harder haul than Carnegie
Stole a whole arsenal in Carson City from an armory
This dark energy needs a smart remedy
Just know if they have the same poor amenities as you, they ain't your arch enemies
Penitentiary profits means harsher penalties
A gun charge for a felon will get you a quarter century
The extension we mention isn't a cord or a horse hair
Leave your four-door all war-torn while the Lord's prayer
Stumbles humbly from the bloody lips of the sole survivor
He's 26 in a country that's crumbling around him
Holy fire, we'd be lucky to make it to the revelation
Is there heaven for an op, or does the devil take them
Shit, that would mean hell is our only option too
Cause you're an op to him the same way he's an op to you
You opted to make the optical obstacles that crash
Praying hands doing the devil's work opposites attract
I remember Tommy sitting back, dope sickness in our bones, but at least we weren't alone
So much for that
I was back in prison the day he caught a different bag
At least my memories of him are smiles from the pictures I have
I seen too many homies lying in state, while the state's lying like we weren't dying at all these horrifying rates
I'm turning purple as the L train circles the hellscape it overlooks, as if the overlook hotel was built on Allegheny and 12th Street
Anthony was a friend that started out as a cellmate, elevated to a real place in my heart's prime real estate
Mental health got him another charge
He said on the cell that he felt great
But instead of being judged by 12 again, he judged himself with the 12-gauge
Call me for directions from the car
If you pass Hell's Gate, then you went too far
When the last time you felt safe, and used them pills for what they intended for
Kensington, Fentanyl, got it looking like turn of the century, penitentiary mental ward
My wife wears a talisman meant to ward off evil and callous men who send the poor into senseless wars
I got no pension, but a pension for pinching the trigger to send an extension of my love into what you pretend's a heart
Don't mention it, I'm a mensch, the sentiment's ours
A present to take you out the present and not to mention tomorrow
Forgiveness, is hard
That's why only the hardest do it
You just as poor as us? Let's pour it up, fuck it
Spark a blunt, let's start a union
The ones making our lives harder are hardly human
Let's be the spark that starts the fire, leaves the way things are in charred ruins
Philadelphia demon, Jihadi John, the body God
Let's fight this economy of bodily harm
It's what Tommy would want, damn
I Miss Dom, Tommy and Shaun
Missa Depasquale, part of the John Donn
Sorry the list is too long
Jammie
Red Menace is back
I'll tell the story to them then I'll be along
Laugh or you'll cry
I'll tell the story to him and I'll be along
Won't be long
When the best part of your day is to fentanyl for the wake-up
Treachery, espionage, escalation
The nod beckons me, but nah I best be on my best behavior
She says she's ready to reset and to respect what's sacred
Forgot she signed the DNR, they can't resuscitate her
The dark recesses of desperation
Take a lesson from the third world and shoot first, like second nature
Soft whispers, angel kisses on our scar tissue
Wince as I picture my daughter pitched through that car window
Hearts harvesting hate, harbingers of hard history, dark rituals, horrible fates
Carnival barkers, carceral state
Carnal sins committed by cardinal bishops, the carnage of the crusades
Carpal tunnel corporals, cornucopious coffins, cornucopious corpses
It's only Marxism they went to war with
Gucci goggles on in the mausoleum
We'll never be the bosses, they just made us pay the cost to be them
Territory Lebensraum paranormal healers
Every gun I tote is not a ghost
You and your homie both swore you'd seen it
Fuck the Art of War
Hollows follow you home down hallowed halls and corridors
Around corners past the corner store
Like a starving carnivore with thoughts of eating
Blood in the water means the sharks are feeding
My Marxist army caught a harder haul than Carnegie
Stole a whole arsenal in Carson City from an armory
This dark energy needs a smart remedy
Just know if they have the same poor amenities as you, they ain't your arch enemies
Penitentiary profits means harsher penalties
A gun charge for a felon will get you a quarter century
The extension we mention isn't a cord or a horse hair
Leave your four-door all war-torn while the Lord's prayer
Stumbles humbly from the bloody lips of the sole survivor
He's 26 in a country that's crumbling around him
Holy fire, we'd be lucky to make it to the revelation
Is there heaven for an op, or does the devil take them
Shit, that would mean hell is our only option too
Cause you're an op to him the same way he's an op to you
You opted to make the optical obstacles that crash
Praying hands doing the devil's work opposites attract
I remember Tommy sitting back, dope sickness in our bones, but at least we weren't alone
So much for that
I was back in prison the day he caught a different bag
At least my memories of him are smiles from the pictures I have
I seen too many homies lying in state, while the state's lying like we weren't dying at all these horrifying rates
I'm turning purple as the L train circles the hellscape it overlooks, as if the overlook hotel was built on Allegheny and 12th Street
Anthony was a friend that started out as a cellmate, elevated to a real place in my heart's prime real estate
Mental health got him another charge
He said on the cell that he felt great
But instead of being judged by 12 again, he judged himself with the 12-gauge
Call me for directions from the car
If you pass Hell's Gate, then you went too far
When the last time you felt safe, and used them pills for what they intended for
Kensington, Fentanyl, got it looking like turn of the century, penitentiary mental ward
My wife wears a talisman meant to ward off evil and callous men who send the poor into senseless wars
I got no pension, but a pension for pinching the trigger to send an extension of my love into what you pretend's a heart
Don't mention it, I'm a mensch, the sentiment's ours
A present to take you out the present and not to mention tomorrow
Forgiveness, is hard
That's why only the hardest do it
You just as poor as us? Let's pour it up, fuck it
Spark a blunt, let's start a union
The ones making our lives harder are hardly human
Let's be the spark that starts the fire, leaves the way things are in charred ruins
Philadelphia demon, Jihadi John, the body God
Let's fight this economy of bodily harm
It's what Tommy would want, damn
I Miss Dom, Tommy and Shaun
Missa Depasquale, part of the John Donn
Sorry the list is too long
Jammie
Red Menace is back
I'll tell the story to them then I'll be along
Laugh or you'll cry
I'll tell the story to him and I'll be along
Won't be long
