No matter how polished the block
A blade wouldn't come as a shock
No matter how plum or how polished the words come
I still know I'm up for the chop
Two words: "It's over"
Two words: "You're dropped"
No matter how syrupy slick
This medicine's making me sick
No matter how thin the needle in my skin
I will still feel a prick
Two words: "It's over"
Two words: "That's it"
In your ruthless machinations I was a happy cog
In your private menagerie I was a puppy dog
You awoke to your potential I slept like a log
Until that bitter morning kiss turned me back into a frog
No matter how polished the block
A blade wouldn't come as a shock
No matter how plum or how polished the words come
I still know I'm up for the chop
Two words: "It's over"
Two words: "You're dropped"
credits
released June 30, 2015
Written by Gabriel Piras
Arranged and performed by The Guilts
Produced by Adam Casey and The Guilts
Recorded and mixed by Adam Casey at True Vine
Mastered by Adam Dempsey at Jack The Bear’s Deluxe Mastering
Art by Gabriel Piras
Players:
Bek Chapman, Ed Farrar, Andrew Howe, Duncan McBride, Monty Mackenzie, James Naughtin, Gabriel Piras
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