Dead Men Tell No - The Disneylanders & Lofi Land

This is it! Breaking up or breaking through Breaking something's all we can do Shoot straight, travel far Stone crazy's all we ever are But I don't care for lies And I won't tell you twice Because when all else fails Dead men tell no tales Shooting up away and back A bit of guts is all that you lack Far behind the stable door I know you've met that horse before But I don't care for skag And this sure ain't no blag At the end of all tracks and trails Dead men tell no tales, come on You used to be my friend But that friendship's coming to an end My meaning must be clear You know pity is all that you hear 'Cause if you're doing smack You won't be coming back I ain't the one to make you bail Dead men tell no tales Tell no tale Tell no tales Tell no tale Tell no tales

In the eye of the beholder, The soldier begins the war. Fore score and seven bullets You hit the floor. Hit the outdoor, The darkness frightens you even more, I'm here to enlighten you with the hard-core. Bring it raw, Like the red dead meat up in your plate, And I'll fill you up with the energy The Hill creates. I get sticky Like the green bag of the bom diggy, Now I'm fuckin with your head And you're realizing its tricky. Got you paranoid fellin the void, You can't take it, Or avoid being destroyed freakazoid. Toyed with your mind all styles deployed You find danger, In the stranger eye's the killin comes second nature. Your battlefield of the mind is falling Now who you callin out for help, And all your fuckin yellin is to your self. Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing When your bluffin I'm pushin the button And straight dumpin on fools frontin. (HOOK) Warpigs you dig, SIG kickin up Mr. Big Take a sip of wine Engage in a battle of the mind. You're feelin the force Right from the source, Ain't no remorse, Your head is getting fucked And I'm skippin the intercourse. Behold the white horse Your taking a loss neighbor, Got the nina ross, Don't lean across my fuckin paper. Chase a green back gladiator Terminator, seed germinator The greater the risk you fuckin hater. Hit you the psychobeta Clickin the fader slow, with the high low Servin a blow who got the glow. Dead men tell no tales You fail to see the reason, I'm easin to squeeze the grigger Go figure its killin season.

By the time you hear this I'll be in the rearview mirror I'll even wear that green dress you like So when I disappear You can turn around One last look at the girl you lost And the time you took to make up your mind Between two roads Go and take some more time But me and mine must go I try to wait it out No more, can't find the man I was waiting for I wanted to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men By the time you hear this Who knows where I might be? Singing 'bout another near miss Love that ended incomplete I was ready but you weren't So jump with your net from this bridge you burned I wanted to tell you things All the secrets I've been keeping I saw it in front of me But then you just keep disappearing A Good dream almost Now I tell your ghost I wanted to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men Line after line The words just left to remind The two of us saw what we could've been Poetry by dead men Fire from embers How can I make you remember? With a turn of a phrase Would you turn to me if I say I still want to be your girl? I still want to be your girl In a white t-shirt Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry by dead men (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men