Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid & Ballerine Nadiya
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
Coin Locker Kid
[Verse 1]
At the bottom of the Atlantic
There was a body and it wasn't very romantic
It was a seaman, Jewish or Italian mate
[A bit of?] flesh [a god threw on the?] water [to see what would?] stay
It stunk, from a tanker ship, sunk
[Everyone rode even beneath?] the top bunk
Better to be writing a letter to the girl back home
No joke, and the water [?] steered through bone
Skeleton awoke, no flesh is on me
Never even spoke the testimony
Consider my luck, the rest are only
Accidents awaiting [?]
Stay still, for the [?]
Can't tell from a Christian cross
From a harlot singing in the synagogue
Bloated corpses are waterlogged (yuh)
[?] and a bottle of rum
Human beings under my thumb
There's no use asking of "what'll become"
Or what's coming to pass when the body is numb from
A millenium of twists and turns
This one, he's leaking from the wrist and burns so slowly
(Slowly) Slowly (Slowly) Slow-slowwowwow...
[Chorus]
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances (hanging by the reef)
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances (hanging by a thread)
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances (hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances) ayuh
[Verse 2]
On the surface of the Pacific
I never really had a purpose to be specific
I'm just clay, thrown on a wood (on a wood)
Hold me, one day, in the woodlands
Just beneath three part the bent when I hit
With my trusty axe, the cracks, they got split
The facts, they got bent, but that's just the least of it
The [fallen ones?] are in a tent and want a piece of it
And [?] and thighs
False breasts, teeth hair and eyes
And I find it difficult to sympathize when a pale newborn, gone limp and dies
And a woman on her hands and knees [?] cries
Overthrowing the heavens where the [?] lies
Poor noise from a botched creation
These steps [?] [patience?]
And I don't have when I'm floating in the water (yuh)
A siren, struggling to breathe
I caught her in a fishnet, wouldn't ever leave
I sold her to a merchant, couldn't even grieve
It's colder on the icy middle of the Dead Sea
Where some invisible hand with strings led me so slowly
(Slowly) Slowly (Slowly) Slow-slowwowwow...
[Chorus]
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances (hanging by the reef)
Hanging by a thread I've lost my allowances (hanging by a thread)
Hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances (hanging by the reef to crosscheck some balances)
[Outro]
(soft, mumbled singing)
[Saw 'em at some leaves?]
Been hanging by a thread
[?] with my head
There's something up above
[That's feeling?] null and void
He'll only find what's left when all the humans [been?] destroyed
(laughter)
Low-lands. was written by Devyn Smith.
Low-lands. was produced by Devyn Smith.
Coin Locker Kid released Low-lands. on Fri Jan 15 2016.