Seven Necks Songtext / Lyric

Some men seem to walk, some I think ‘ey don’t
Some men haven’t been there at all
One man tried to stand, what for is pain
You still don’t know I’d give a damn about
Chorus: with seven necks, wide, walk
Old man, write on walls, between everything
Old man, write on walls between it all
If there is a mind in you, don’t mind these hands
These hands are what’s already yours
Push me and I fall behind, that would be fine
Prefer the attack out of shadows, here I am
I’m the only nutshell buried inside on my own
Thrown into a river, swimming straight against the storm
Words are made to talk ahead to your god
Some men like the mud, even those that don’t
Out of dirt and into church again
Once upon a time, listen, bastard, listen up
You still don’t know I’d give a shit about that