Tekst:
Brothers At Sea Your Broken Bones

an illusion You'll never stop if there's still breath in your lungs You're tearing at the seams You are tired Let me fix your broken bones Fall apart

wasn't swinging at me "Fuck you, pot-smoking turkeys don't you press your luck" The long hairs ran away screaming as I scrambled onto the truck When we got home, the old man said, "Goat, you broke

about the king? -- poisoning his brother? I play this wile the real king's watchin'? Sittin' with your mother? You must be out of your cotton-pickin'

brief around your neck I still breach your skin girlfriend Let me enter your zone Microphones get cast like stone Niggas can't never bone how I bone

down by the water where my brother lay, I listened to the ocean roar. We have families with sons on the sea, They work the tall ships of the sea, But

we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones

Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved