Boil My Strings lyrics

Artist  : Gourds 
Song : Boil My Strings



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 Living down here they throw me down and count me

I’m making this up, it keeps my feathers clean

And the black boys they kick my as* and tell me

That the women their ruby lips are dry.

I get angry and I get sad

And I lose this sweetness that I used to have

And I boil my strings

To get them back to gold

Sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat

Don’t make trouble, make something with the
concrete

So I fill my pipes with it to break them black
boys heads

Lord, but I wish I had a gun.