Songtext von Rain King

Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show His lips a fountain His daylight sparks He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid Little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist His mind a countdown His daydream sparks I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey I like to say I knew one true thing It feels like years and all I've done is fought And not turned up, anything Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed I'm waiting here for, some reality crease There's one big deadend, in my head And not a moment of peace Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss His lips a fountain His daylight sparks He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when He's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten His mind a countdown His daylight sparks Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid I hear this world, cool world, dreaming of a peaceful kis