A track about folks that don't matter and how they bring the rest down.
lyrics
Coming up under black topped roofs,
Hooded; hidden soul,
You've got explaining to do,
Lest this fiery wrath erupts.
Can you come clean?
Can you spills the beans.
Cause we've got more than enough,
To keep us busy,
We really don't need,
This conspiracy.
You know, you know we don't forget, (we stomp it out)
You know, you know we don't lose the facts, (we stomp it out)
We are Elephants, the tough, hard, fighting machines.
You know, you know, we don't have - to deal with your shit.
You call me brash, but what are you,
Spitting it out without a single word,
That really means nothing.
You know you hold up our lives, slow us down,
Thin this herd, and hear us out,
We could be a well oiled machine,
Cut the crap, clear the mud,
Kick em out if they don't make the cut.
What are you waiting for?
We could be a well oiled machine,
We could be everything we need.
You know, you know we don't forget, (we stomp it out)
You know, you know we don't lose the facts, (we stomp it out)
We are Elephants, the tough, hard, fighting machines.
You know, you know, we don't have - to deal with your shit.
A curated compilation of the best music from the hit podcast Crimetown, featuring original Music from Edwin, Bienart, and Jon Ivans. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2017