paroles de chanson The Great Escape - The Wolfman , Buck Bowen

I will not go down on bended knee
Demons or authority you ain't the fucking lord of me
Not the anchor not the pulse in my wrist
Expand, subsist, like a walk through the mist

I am strong I will resist
For my fist is my fury and my fury is my fist
Rise of titans fall of man
Landscape change encompass the land

The river holds the key to the mystic
Clues are off in the distance
Snails pace race for a place at the table
I hope you're willing and able

Tighten up the changes baton down the hatch
Just a ping, a crack, a scratch
A rumble of thunder rising up from under
9 days wonder, 10 years lost

Too lux too little too late
Better finish your plate
Mozart, I can hear you calling
As I sit in a room with four walls falling

Give me shinto bliss a fair maiden's kiss
A tower where I can contemplate
And plan my great escape
Part two Buck Bowen what the fuck you going to do

No direction, no care, no regard
Reminiscing on the events before I sold the car
Crazy heat, friction all up in the house
Nobody's admitting a problem don't want to talk it out

Initial plan hit the city that never sleeps
Hoodie'd up crate of records and an MPC
Asked the bird did she want to troop the bid together
A tacit no, tragic blow, shift the course forever

At home, trying to lift my fallen idols
Sister out the picture, mom on drugs, father homicidal
Pythia, portentous with a giddy mumble
Took it as a sign to hit the sky before the city crumbled

Resignation spreading 'cross the land
Got connected south of the border to make an exit plan
Going for delf searching more than for a change of pace
Dumping all the crabs in a bucket to make my great escape