Homicidal Fame
Album: Buddha In My Left Pocket
By: Sean Heath
By: Sean Heath
Duration
3:47
Genres
Description
Homicidal Fame is a tale told by The Blues, it was written about the government and how they have marked into our heads to join the forces. This is an upbeat song written by a boy who can see past THEIR lies.
Lyrics
I know you feel it's the calm before the storm I can hear the cry of blood and the urge for more I feel the pain you have when sanity won't come home They force in the vanity and won't leave you alone. Well I don't care for you anyway You made me laugh at what the world is today You held me down put a bullet in my head And made me keep quiet for saying I was dead. CHORUS I feel the blues well she's calling my name We need some held y'know we're all the same I'm not foolish I won't play your game A rise to your homicidal fame. You blame the war on the united states But you're the one who asked if you could play You get angry for our unlawful hate And you wonder why we think it's too late Do you fear the sound of war No? Go out and fight or just leave it to the poor Do you hate the words that you're wrong We hate this war it's been too long CHORUS I feel the blues well she's calling my name We need some held y'know we're all the same I'm not foolish I won't play your game A rise to your homicidal fame.
