Song | Dead Man's Float |
Artist | Sage Francis |
Album | Copper Gone |
[Hook:] | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
[Verse 1:] | |
Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
We shall fear no evil | |
For we are the most evil mother******s in whatever valley we choose to occupy | |
Gentrify, overtake or drunkenly speed through | |
And it's we, the hitchhikers with tired thumbs | |
Often greeted by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun (it's tiresome) | |
Now conserve your energy and lay face-down in the waterways | |
Seek guidance from the sirens calling out to you from those watery graves | |
Bodies are on display, bloated and holding their crown jewels | |
Instead of flotation devices, they decided the house rules didn't apply to them | |
Got baptised in the name of Neptune and then died for him | |
When the ice was thin, dead man's float for those who don't like to swim | |
Don't fret cause help is on its way, it'll be here any day | |
Just stay still and do nothing buddy, remain faithful, you're gonna be saved | |
And when you meet your maker you can explain | |
How there was a cemetery of support behind every wager that you placed | |
All the chorus of every deceased beast that came before is sweetly saying | |
"We all float down here and wait for riptide to sweep us away" | |
To the valley of the shadow where we shall fear no evil | |
For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people | |
With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists | |
Holding onto the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this | |
It's been said "faith could move a mountain" | |
Faith couldn't even move low-income families away from Biblical floods when they were all drowning | |
There's not a doubt in my mind and there's not a cloud in the sky | |
There’s just contaminated rivers filled with waterlogged subordinates floating on by | |
Float on | |
Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs | |
The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday's recycled gifts | |
They're drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists | |
Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs | |
And it's ageless, and it's ancient, and it ain't *************t | |
When compared to the present, so all hail the king | |
While the paupers and peasants return to the so-called essence | |
The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence | |
Float on | |
[Bridge:] | |
Float on, float on | |
Float on, float on | |
[Verse 2:] | |
As I proceed to finger the prints | |
The worst of luck ain't always bestowed upon the old and weak | |
We stick em, hahaha, stick em where the ocean's deep | |
Go to sleep young one, have sweet dreams of someone | |
That you'll never meet, but you'll speak of often whenever you talk in tongues | |
The coffin comes in the form of a canoe, no paddle | |
No info, no manual, live slow, don't be so quick to storm the castle | |
That's survival kids, put an oxygen mask inside the tackle box | |
Your limbs and abdomen will sense when the pressure of the cabin drops | |
Shut up when the captain talks, the secret of the enlightened | |
Is to preach against whatever it is they practice in the dark | |
We're all born free, we die by the shackles we adopt | |
Enjoy your buoyancy, right up until the very last drop | |
The dead man's float, the deadpan joke | |
The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke | |
There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still | |
Face-down in his own waste, while we chase | |
A shadow in the gallows of the valley of death | |
Where we shall fear no evil for as long as we can hold our breath | |
Float on |
Hook: | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on | |
Verse 1: | |
Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
We shall fear no evil | |
For we are the most evil mother s in whatever valley we choose to occupy | |
Gentrify, overtake or drunkenly speed through | |
And it' s we, the hitchhikers with tired thumbs | |
Often greeted by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun it' s tiresome | |
Now conserve your energy and lay facedown in the waterways | |
Seek guidance from the sirens calling out to you from those watery graves | |
Bodies are on display, bloated and holding their crown jewels | |
Instead of flotation devices, they decided the house rules didn' t apply to them | |
Got baptised in the name of Neptune and then died for him | |
When the ice was thin, dead man' s float for those who don' t like to swim | |
Don' t fret cause help is on its way, it' ll be here any day | |
Just stay still and do nothing buddy, remain faithful, you' re gonna be saved | |
And when you meet your maker you can explain | |
How there was a cemetery of support behind every wager that you placed | |
All the chorus of every deceased beast that came before is sweetly saying | |
" We all float down here and wait for riptide to sweep us away" | |
To the valley of the shadow where we shall fear no evil | |
For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people | |
With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists | |
Holding onto the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this | |
It' s been said " faith could move a mountain" | |
Faith couldn' t even move lowincome families away from Biblical floods when they were all drowning | |
There' s not a doubt in my mind and there' s not a cloud in the sky | |
There' s just contaminated rivers filled with waterlogged subordinates floating on by | |
Float on | |
Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs | |
The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday' s recycled gifts | |
They' re drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists | |
Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs | |
And it' s ageless, and it' s ancient, and it ain' t t | |
When compared to the present, so all hail the king | |
While the paupers and peasants return to the socalled essence | |
The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence | |
Float on | |
Bridge: | |
Float on, float on | |
Float on, float on | |
Verse 2: | |
As I proceed to finger the prints | |
The worst of luck ain' t always bestowed upon the old and weak | |
We stick em, hahaha, stick em where the ocean' s deep | |
Go to sleep young one, have sweet dreams of someone | |
That you' ll never meet, but you' ll speak of often whenever you talk in tongues | |
The coffin comes in the form of a canoe, no paddle | |
No info, no manual, live slow, don' t be so quick to storm the castle | |
That' s survival kids, put an oxygen mask inside the tackle box | |
Your limbs and abdomen will sense when the pressure of the cabin drops | |
Shut up when the captain talks, the secret of the enlightened | |
Is to preach against whatever it is they practice in the dark | |
We' re all born free, we die by the shackles we adopt | |
Enjoy your buoyancy, right up until the very last drop | |
The dead man' s float, the deadpan joke | |
The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke | |
There' s no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man' s still | |
Facedown in his own waste, while we chase | |
A shadow in the gallows of the valley of death | |
Where we shall fear no evil for as long as we can hold our breath | |
Float on |