Tyipan Brisk - Pass Around the Rattle (feat. Johnny Ray) Lyrics

Violent spells have gotten lost in the cold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe you unfold
How will the night lend itself
To this hell

So it's about a good time as ever
For the anger's full effect
A massive torment leveled with
The grasping light to intercept
You run around a maze
To change your vision and the steeper route
And cause any sane person to pump the brakes
And aim up for the clouds

Haha... not the case
Really, who am I kiddin'
These are the same old-fashioned
Cowboy boot wearin' 20 to 30 somethin's
Endlessly posting their kids
On their social media feed
Sayin' things along the lines of
"He's my world, he's my king"

"He's at grandma's house for the night"
As you go on livin'
Not realizin' he's the by-product
Of a horrid decision
Well, guess what, the past is the past
To her, it's history
Next thing you know
She's had to many
Now she's squatted on her knees

FUCK I've been waiting and timing
To bluntly say it
As you can tell
It's obvious where this story is surely headin'
Down a road of heartache devoid, of self
Where should we start
This isn't a game of love
Where your kids just fall short
Of the mark

Violent spells have gotten lost in the cold
With this pain, I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
With this pain, I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
How will the night lend itself
To this hell

Perhaps a time I can dial back
To look with gleam
Or maybe that's the radio
And knobs for television screens
Us baby boomers gleefully believe
That these are the times to dream
Of flying cars and havin' to
Sequester playboy magazines

I don't know, I wasn't there
I have my own life to bear
As such, I'd like to talk it out
But crazy to think you would care
So now I've got this ruined
Part of me that's lost
With no concern
Takin' the savage, ragged, baggage
Oh Goddamn, there's no return

When the rain and darkness gonna
Bring on the challenge
I've got this force of malice so intense
It packs on this milage
'Cause all these dads would rather
Populate the space
We can't just hold the pail
There's no regard for decency of children
They forgot were frail

MUST BE NICE TO GROPE THE
WOMEN YOU INTOXICATE
THE SORRY FUCKIN' DAD
WILL FACEHUG WOMEN
HE WILL SHORTLY HATE
BUT NOT BEFORE THE XENOMORPH
WITHIN HIS MIND DECIDES TO DINE
YOU'RE FAR FROM WHAT'S A LOVELY CATCH
YOU MAGNUM OPUS OF REGRET

Violent spells have gotten lost in the cold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe you unfold
How will the night lend itself
To this hell?