Kill Travis - The Grafter's Arms

Dark Bush, modern day master bard
I'm out shapeshifting with the Bunyip
Taught me how to do it, it's a trip
Lift my silver smoke to the sky and cover it with dirt
Spirits poured out on the earth
Out from the creek bed into the dell
In this hollow, yer, they're treated well
Chaos as sure as this pack gonna sell
Crystal from the spring, alpine melt
I wanted to bring that .22 in for show and tell
Uncle Emu Phil never yelled
And those grass trees always swaying
Orange flash, and the hounds start baying
Water wars, farmers, charity cases
Bad intentions and some opal bracelets
Missing plasma, smashed backdoor
Dripping platelets, just for funding basics
Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms
In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm
Dark Bush, modern day master bard
Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms
Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms
In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm
Dark Bush, modern day master bard
Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms
I'm spitting real life and some folklore
Sick of it, don't want to boast more
I want a better way, like a mentor
Make the most 'fore we get sent off to the next trench war
Coming for throats with teeth like a buzzsaw
Existence is a bloodsport
Offerings, what you think this cup for
No chafing when I tell you a cunt's raw
Been sitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms
In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm
Dark Bush, modern day master bard
Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms
Been spitting in those rooms, call them The Grafter's Arms
In the grip of moods that last for months, not calm
Dark Bush, modern day master bard
Make merry, have a drink in The Grafter's Arms
I'm still waiting for it to all come back and bite, bra
Did I push too far? Can call me a try-hard
Long way from pockets full of foil, at the push-bike start

Written by:
E Artainsson

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