Atmosphere Less One Lyrics

Sad Clown Bad Spring #12 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Less One
  • 2 Good Daddy
  • 3 Carry Me Home
  • 4 Happymess
  • 5 Not Another Day

  • Less one, just might lose breath
    Read me, my right's I've left
    Less one, just might lose breath
    A routine stop, that's what he called it
    Registration, glovebox, license, wallet
    There's blood on the drivers face and neck
    So his police senses suspects it's a domestic
    The girl looked like she took one to the eye
    With his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside'
    Naturally the gentlemen asked them 'Why? '
    Now the gun's coming out the holster, that's his reply
    Passenger seat starts to scream
    Like she ain't ever seen the same thing on the TV screen
    'Mam - shut your motherfucking mouth
    And sir - may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out'
    Door opens, left leg touched down
    Within a split second upper torso was on the ground
    Like god damn, you could've snapped his spine
    Pigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swine
    Girlfriend's tryna hold back tears
    And the driver's on the concrete yelling and swearing
    Officer got a little bit lost in the zone
    It all took him back to childhood, home sweet home
    Doesn't understand the reasoning for being lenient
    And won't give you the chance for anything but obediance
    He got that from his drunk old man
    Heavy-fisted bag of piss used to throw those hands
    That's why he never goes easy on kids
    He's got his own kids now, he knows exactly how it is
    Now last week he caught his son smoking speed
    So if you meet you might catch a couple broken teeth
    Sometimes it can get so intense
    Profiling the type that likes to put dick up in his princess
    It used to be hippy's, then it was black dudes
    Now she only fools around with loosers, with tattoos
    Well fuck em all, get on the ground dirt ball
    And sing hymns for the sins that protect and serve ya'll
    Peace disturbed, eat that curve
    Or you're looking down the barrel of steel made of nerves
    Puts his life into his work and work back into life
    So wife thinks he's a jerk
    Ain't no tellin what them boots might do
    If she leaves him for someone that looks like you

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