Narrator – Son Of The Son Of The Kiss Of Death

Narrator – Son Of The Son Of The Kiss Of Death Lyrics

Artist: Narrator
Song: Son Of The Son Of The Kiss Of Death

Huddle up, huddle up the gang
It’s time to talk about the place Walt Whitman
Put his feet up, rests his bones
Now he rolls around under his tombstone

I miss the caves that kept us in
All this land is wasted sitting
He’s up and hiding
Twist the shape of this long island

Into a double, double helix
Did they forget what they found?
Should we blame all loving in his town
I miss the caves that kept us in

All this land is wasted sitting
He’s up and hiding
Let him drown
From a coastline

To the Atlantic
That’s fine
Press starts to test the power check
On the son of the son of the kiss of death

Was he swimming?
Did he drown?
Or get washed up for one more hang out
I miss the caves that kept us in

All this land is wasted sitting
He’s up and hiding
Let him drown
From a coastline

To the Atlantic
That’s fine
I miss the caves that kept us in
All this land is wasted sitting

He’s up and hiding
Let him sink
That’s fine
In a few months’ time

So bubble up bubble up my friends
And well toast to a cracked disappearance
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Release Year: 2022