Runs Deep from II by The Fucking Buckaroos
Tracklist
| 2. | Runs Deep | 2:16 |
Lyrics
When I was a happy thing,
a so called slave to the love you'd bring
I was walking blind with a red tipped cane
Across nails and coals but I loved the pain
And when the love drove away in a stolen car
and got picked up outside the bar
My vision returned like easter day
and I crossed the bridge without a toll to pay
The rain poured down and cleansed my soul
Left soaking wet and cold
I felt poetic so I wrote a song
A cheap 4/4 about a minute long
My contribution runs deep
My songwriting runs cheap
Well I could write a song
Thats about a minute long
And say more than you could ever say
With that gold encrusted tongue
You're a cop on MTV
You don't see the future the way I see,
I shot my love on the shooting range
Just to use it as a metaphor for change
The rain came down and filled the gap
between radio country and popular rap
We wrote up a suicide pact
And signed it in blood
My contributions run cheap
This disconnection is a treat
And I hope that when I'm gone
And I'm buried beneath your lawn
You're happy that
You set a trap
Thinking right was wrong
My contribution runs deep
My songwriting runs cheap
Well I could write a song
Thats about a minute long
And say more than you could ever say
With that greed encrusted tongue
