Camp Orchestra / Metallic Taste (Live in Santa Ana)

[Part I: Camp Orchestra]

[Verse 1]
Take from me
What you need
Tambourine
Yeah, you can play but there's a fee
You watch your own mama bleed
You're like a dog without the teeth
You start to play, you're playing slow
They start to die, you're playing more
I've seen gods die in you

[Bridge]
Welcome to the orchestra
Work

[Verse 2]
They try to put their drugs in me
And give me blinds so I can read
The story in front of me
'Cause they don't want none of me
I am a doll upon a string
They pull it, I have to sing
So no work will set me free
Nah, no work will set you free

[Pre-Chorus 1]
To work
Work

[Chorus]
Nah, no work will set you free
No work will set you free
No work will set you free
No work will set you free

[Verse 3]
Down by the еnd of tracks
Live in hell, die by gas
Prison cеll, smoking stack
Down by the end of tracks
Live in hell, die by gas
Prison cell, smoking stack
I am a doll upon a string
They pull it, I have to sing
So no work will set you free
Nah, no work will set you free
To work

[Part II: Metallic Taste]

[Verse 1]
Bad town burn down outta sight
New rent get spent, no wrong or right
Roll around the blue lights
You could see the melting ice
Neighbors found 'em leaking out the other night
Coulda hit him when he tried to write
Pig billy club or the lead pipe
Grow out in the east, learned to eat and fight
Read and sight the death stares that keep me up at night

[Chorus]
Tryna roll away
New space, new blade, it’s the same thing
Happen like it did out in Rockaway
I still say, when I hit the grave
Sailors moving on his next wage
The next blade cut deep
Metallic taste, metallic ways like getting beat back in the day
But shit has changed, type pentagrade instead of graves
They got me thinking 'bout my next wage

[Verse 2]
And I’m leaning with the blade again
Stuck losing friends, buck teeth sinking in
My dad said, "Shit is bad, don’t get better than shit been"
He prolly right, bet it keep him up at night
Covered in the grass, I hopped a green board
I cut both hands and they still sore
From running through this mosh pit too hard
Arms and the body parts coming out the back door

[Chorus]
I'm tryna roll away
New space, new blade, it’s the same thing
Happen like it did out in Rockaway
I still say, when I hit the grave
Sailors moving on his next wage
The next blade cut deep
Metallic taste, metallic ways like getting beat back in the day
But shit has changed, type pentagrade instead of graves
They got me thinking 'bout my next wage

[Refrain]
Sirens shining in, it's so inspiring, cut deep
They got me thinking 'bout my next wage
Sirens shining in, it's so inspiring
They knife sharpening, cut deep
They got me thinking 'bout my next wage
Cut deep

[Part III: Camp Orchestra]

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Work
This is camp orchestra
This is camp orchestra
Work

[Chorus]
Nah, no work will set you free
Nah, no work will set you free
No work will set you free
Nah, no work will set you free
No work will set you free
Nah, no work will set you free
No work will set you free
Nah, no work will set you free

[Outro]
To work
Work
Work