Folk Devils - My Slum Soul

Slip and slide honey my slum soul My reptile belt and protestant shirt Hungover, half dead, kitchen smiles Creep and slide across the tiles The mother tongue licks ragged lips Words freeze in a frigid grip Crazy fingers punch the glass Through this mouth no truth shall pass! My slum soul Get a grip on the slippery slope Slide down as fingers grope Cut to ribbons, a confetti mist Just end it all with a flick of the wrist Imposing order, a code of ink Broken letters pushed to the brink Paper spews from endless floors raining down with no remorse My slum soul It's lonesome on the graveyard shift So watch me drown and get my drift So drip and dry honey my slum soul Eat my words and swallow me whole We have to wait for the siren's calls We're turning into something that crawls Keep your head down while standing tall We have to wait for the tyrant's fall

Written by:
DAVID HODGSON, JOHN HAMILTON, JONATHAN WHITELEY, KRIS JOZAJTIS, NICHOLAS CLIFT

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