03:41 – NICKY BOMBA, DEAN HILSON (Mushroom/Control)
Words can cut you deep and leave you winded good
Punch you drunk like no drink ever could
Burns a mark and see the wound gets deep
with no recourse you’re bustin till you weep
Oh I’ve seen it bloom its there in history
The anger twist twistin all you see
So be the one whose playin them instead
Be a god and not a dog unfed
A moment here to reason
The soul it has a season
Its playin you and teasing to catch you out
Don’t be playing dumb now
Time to put your thumb down
Come from underground now
Let your love out
Words can wig you out and make you feel alone
Hurled abuse and then you take it home
You stew on it until it fries your brain
turns you mad makes a saint insane
a battlefield and ammunition cheap
They’ll find a way to catch you in your sleep
Turn a shade of victim overglow
The pressure builds till its too late to know
A moment here to reason
The soul it has a season
Its playin you and teasing to catch you out
Don’t be playing dumb now
Time to put your thumb down
Come from underground now
Let your love out
Ah the wicked ones who bring your day undone
They’re playing you they want to see how dumb
So be the one whose playin them instead
Be the god and not the dog unfed
No rhyming and no reason
No logic to the season
Just shakin and believin nothing’s working out
But we are here to tell you Your spirit has a value
Livin there inside you
Let your love out
