Locale A.M. - Stopmen lyrics
Surrender not to the old complacency of gray, fallin prey to the frustrating vacancy of shades, may i suggest to impress the importance of jade, not the worn portion of the record thats been played
Far too much spawning a black whole of sound, but colors abound,
When light finds the ground, when found by the sight of sort of colors
Unseen, may it please the court let us take up the case of green
Sir, we're only green
Gray, hasn't much to say
Though you pray
People never wonder why my words hit the dirt and die
Have you ever stopped to think theres a good chance that im lying?
Wreck and rectify yellow hurts and then she dies wonder why? shining like a bright sun on rotten teeth from the scarred knees, crawling
Looking for the remainders of a blunder, no brainer, overbite becomes overlip like to trips to the oral shaman, cuz drink you only sip mellow yellow, get up and go find your sticky teeth they dislodged then like margarine are floating up the stream both hugged and stained by the transparet dew
Purple fleeced out violet pager in her hands, suede boots shallow roots
Violent streak in her man, silver hoops the size they could strangle her man, blue jeans ass tight so she can find another "gentleman" to destroy and demean and (his) red mixed with (her) blue means the esteem and dreaming loses its meaning
Shes screaming purple is screaming.