SupportSupport
Sage Francis - Dead Poet Live Album - Bang Bang Boogie
Dead Poet Live Album
01. Makeshift Patriot
02. Hey Bobby
03. Specialist
04. Grand Daddy Told Me
05. Majority Rule
06. Rewrite (50 Ways)
07. Crack Pipes
08. What's Your Name?
09. Bang Bang Boogie
10. Come Come Now
11. Inherited Scars
12. White Wedding
13. 'I'm Sorry' Freestyle
14. Black Sweatshirt
15. Whoremonger
16. Emperor's New Clothes
17. Dirty
18. Slumlord
19. Dr. Feel Nathan
20. Broken Wings
21. Amtrak Blues (C.R Avery)
Bang, bang, boogie up jumps the party
I know your name
And the hours that you operate are grave yard
Shift my body weight out the gates
He came, huh, like a thief in the night
This hell hounded off his leash
Teeth clenched tight you might know my face
Not the expression that it's left in
When I taste a loved ones blood
My forked tongue
Make sure protect your next of kin
Take it like pain killers
Spill the pills of medicine
Right down the drain
Flush the evidence then claim your innocence
This shit just isn't their game
In fact, their rules don't apply here
It's a shame that you're going to die here
Underneath my thumb print
All over some dumb shit
Run quick cause you're about to get
Your punk ass beat in public
Like bang, bang, boogie
He beat down her door with
An alibi full of childhood
I killed time while it stood still for her
Moments must have adjusted accordingly
But on his watch
The minutes were fast, giving him whiplash
Beat by the hands of my clock
Lots can happen in an hour
For some days don't fly by
They make a crash landing
I flee by night and
Only return for emergencies
Just so I can listen to the ambulance sing
Sirens rang
The colors of the flashing lights
Painted the town red in
The blackest of nights
So i will not taint beauty
In the ugliest of moments
Its that strange side of a poet
I'm writing you out of my will
To live and let live
And to give you some perspective
I'm a changed man in that respect
You best get professional
Detectives and motion
Detectors to protect your relatives
That's as much warning as your ass will get
I hold my aim, this is an invite to my domain
Pick me up while I hitchhike on memory lane
Sit tight while I back seat drive you insane
And beat your brains until you
See nothing but pitch white
And keep you breathing just long enough to
Have you explain what it's like
And how you like it convince me
I want to believe
I want to believe that you bleed
I want to believe that you're bleeding
Just as much as she did
I'll experiment with your life until
I find it's fucking meaning
You will hang, hang bang, bang, boogie
She beat back her attackers with
A childhood full of alibis
As I understood, she had to lie
The battle cries must
Have adjusted accordingly
Her stopped calls for help
Never were answered back
And for that beat by the hands of my clock
Lots can happen in a matter of seconds
Ask for a repentance from a looking glass
Self shattered reflections
Before you blame your anger on adolescence
Listen to the symphony of ambulances sing
So beautiful so nice
Tell me where were you last night? As usual
You lied tell me where the fuck you hide
It goes bang, bang, boogie
Up jumps the party
I always notice when she has
New marks on her body