Oil Can Songtext

von Infantree

It seems from the west plane to the east
Seems like somebody
Fast one shot, though it wasn't him
See here, nobody likes the police
Made myself into what I was waiting for
Like maybe I made myself my old man
Well he's got the looks in the family,
But I've got the blues
I'm in his shoes
Constantly cutting the corners, continue to lose
I'd rather kick around the old news.
So hasten your vacancy til you're around for good
Assuming the opposite don't come at all

What's on your mind?
Well so am I
I gotta write 'em on a paper, baby
And every time always in a line
Imagination starts to taper, baby

Just treading water,
I sink when I'm stoned.
When I remember that I'm
So somebody new had to proove I'm
And I can do laps in my room so my body is dry
An oil can from my mind, but I'm not

What's on your mind?
Well so am I
I gotta write 'em on a paper, baby
And every time always in a line
Imagination starts to taper, baby

Here I was holding your place when I made a move,
Still your family will say they love you.
Wherever you're going they won't turn around now
'cause they're all marching to their own groove.
And blood can't be thicker when water is rushing in
You sell out your mother, brother, and kin.