
Kickin' Up a Racket
heavy garage fuzz psych, filthy driving heavy punk tinged psych riffs, down tuned guitar, hard punchy male vocal with reverb, driving drums, punk rhythms

Kickin' Up a Racket
heavy garage fuzz psych, filthy driving heavy punk tinged psych riffs, down tuned guitar, hard punchy male vocal with reverb, driving drums, punk rhythms
Lyrics
White pearls, white lines
Bones all up in your closet
I'm just killin' time
Can't Live for what I ain't lost yet
You shouldn't feel inclined
If you hear my name "Kill a prophet"
My word is all I got
And even that's off the docket
You might think me a bastard
No bank adorns my name
Raised in traffic, rotten barons
Grew up pitiful as tame
Oh, whoa-whoa
I'm down
A meager freak where you ain't free, where you ain't free
I'm down
Such filth can't sit fatigued, it, uh, sure ain't free
We were down
Can't wait to meet you, take a knee
Or just be
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
Fat hands with mashed up teeth
Twitchin' muscle in disguise
If you care to sense the east
It'd be best if you're surprised
I'll take no myth that feeds me peace
This pill won't bridge the land
Do you love that which protects?
Or that which just selects?
You might think me a bastard
No bank adorns my name
Raised in traffic, rotten barons
Grew up pitiful as tame
Oh, whoa-whoa
I'm down
A meager freak where you ain't free, where you ain't free
I'm down
Such filth can't sit fatigued, it, uh, sure ain't free
We were down
Can't wait to meet you, take a knee
Or just be
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
A meager freak where you ain't free, where you ain't free
I'm down
Such filth can't sit fatigued, it, uh, sure ain't free
We were down
Can't wait to meet you, take a knee
Or just be
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
Oh, whoa-whoa
Oh, whoa-whoa
