White Lung - Blow It South Lyrics
I see you over there, blowing away for meThe type of tailor that when I ride, you’ll seeThey say he never was sad ‘cause he needs his powerHe needs his powerBut I will punch right as I take a showerWe only got an hour to feel itBlow it south and youCome out, yes I made youCare about … and youCome out as I play youThese are the broadwaysTo rub that shame offBlow it south and youCome out, yes I made youYou got the eyes of a dollRolling all in your skullAlways they end badThe worse thing on my dog daysYour throwawaysLet’s find me up, boy, get it like the rest… I’ll do what I have to, to deathFight with your chest outBlow it south and youCome out, yes I made youCare about … and youCome out as I play youThese are the runawaysTo rub that shame offBlow it south and youCome out, yes I made youAs I fall down your throatI broke it off