Let 'Em Come - Scroobius Pip, Sage Francis

When it’s cold, we bite the top of our zips

Pull it up with our teeth 'til it covers our lips

Then exhale;

central heating for the weather beaten

No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Wil Wheaton

Walking these streets with that distant stare

No one likes us but we don’t care

Maybe our kind don’t fit round here

Our minds find conflict round here

See we choose to cruise a route that ain’t paved with gold

So our shoes don’t slip they stick and grip this road

Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould

For an end goal you maybe can’t spend or fold

We won’t settle for unsought careers

Or forty years of salty tears

Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label

When I’m old and decaying I’ll be decaying and able

If the bad times are coming, let 'em come

Let the death drum break the slump

Before the once young braves succumb

The fickle flicker of desire expires

If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come

I see so many kids that love being writers more than they love writing

Bad times coming

Bash up a castle

I know the zoo keeper

Line em up

Lions on em

I haven’t slept yet

Ever, crust

Kickin up dust

Leave em sickin up rust colour

Let it come

Let em run

Let me laugh at it

Smash like it’s rampage

Live it up

Grasp at it

No pill for the whirlwind coming

Let it come

Spin with the rush no fun till the times up

Run against the flood

All stroke no float

For the hope for the coast pump blood

Stump fuckers on the daily

Dump lungs

Volume is up

Watch em hush for the lump sum

But not around here

Around here we steer clear

Of holding our tongues to stack funds

When bad times come it’s like some old news

New shit

Choose yours

New whip or brick?

Thank you

If the bad times are coming, let 'em come

Let the death drum break the slump

Before the once young braves succumb

The fickle flicker of desire expires

If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come

Quality home life, living a lie now

Take it to the road certain women would lie down

Haunting images I witnessed in my town

Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown

Gotta dig a bigger hole

But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow

Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down

Wait for the high tide and try not to drown

You’re waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed

Just say what you gotta say… like right now, fucko

Or pipe down bucko, I’m doubting what many say

«Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?»

Feed the lion despite what the sign says

Act defiant and impolite to my friends

While making side bets in a risky gamble

Save the wild sex for the filthy animals

I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical

Become detached like your snake mandibles

The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls

It’s got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls

If the bad times are coming, let 'em come

Let the death drum break the slump

Before the once young braves succumb

The fickle flicker of desire expires

If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come