Rashford Day 11 by Alvaro V Lyrics
Maxwell has got in touch
The mob is nothing new
Kid mafia got me starin'
At three tons of bottled glue
Doomsday is coming
The end is upon us all
Fear is the weapon
And tigers are the ball
Standing on the cliff of Dandelan
Flying through the highest cloud
It's Rashford, day 11
And I'm gonna die somehow
Well, China's got me comin'
Back and forth again
They got me on a collar
And it's you they wanna bend
The wind is blowing nowhere
Mr. Man, up for the fight
North is for the good hens
South is for the night
And Bermuda, is a-blazin'
The sun is staring high
It's Rashford, day 11
And no one wonders why
Santa's got the orange mouth
Tied to a black sheep
And all the dirty orphans
Evaporate and weep
Inclined to a paper pen
Woven under the sky
Flat man stands tall
Hurting his flimsy pride
Where is the answer now?
Where have we all gone?
It's Rashford, day 11
And we stand before the dawn
Ringswell, can you hear me?
Or have they caught you too?
Have they caught you under a trance?
Are these words anything new?
Blame them, at the castle
And kiss them, a deed is done
It's the petty rain men
And the impossible raging sun
Rage on, rage out
Burn on your deathbed
It's Rashford, day 11
And I hope that you are dead
"Do not fret, daughter
I'll be your slave"
Said mother Sourbow
"Wine for what you want, daughter
And I'll give it to you so
Slow down, daughter
I'll do your bidding
Right after the hailstorm ends
Hit me, and slap me all you want daughter
It is you I will defend"
A powerful tyrant
At least for Sourbow
But it's Rashford, day 11
And father has come home
The mob is nothing new
Kid mafia got me starin'
At three tons of bottled glue
Doomsday is coming
The end is upon us all
Fear is the weapon
And tigers are the ball
Standing on the cliff of Dandelan
Flying through the highest cloud
It's Rashford, day 11
And I'm gonna die somehow
Well, China's got me comin'
Back and forth again
They got me on a collar
And it's you they wanna bend
The wind is blowing nowhere
Mr. Man, up for the fight
North is for the good hens
South is for the night
And Bermuda, is a-blazin'
The sun is staring high
It's Rashford, day 11
And no one wonders why
Santa's got the orange mouth
Tied to a black sheep
And all the dirty orphans
Evaporate and weep
Inclined to a paper pen
Woven under the sky
Flat man stands tall
Hurting his flimsy pride
Where is the answer now?
Where have we all gone?
It's Rashford, day 11
And we stand before the dawn
Ringswell, can you hear me?
Or have they caught you too?
Have they caught you under a trance?
Are these words anything new?
Blame them, at the castle
And kiss them, a deed is done
It's the petty rain men
And the impossible raging sun
Rage on, rage out
Burn on your deathbed
It's Rashford, day 11
And I hope that you are dead
"Do not fret, daughter
I'll be your slave"
Said mother Sourbow
"Wine for what you want, daughter
And I'll give it to you so
Slow down, daughter
I'll do your bidding
Right after the hailstorm ends
Hit me, and slap me all you want daughter
It is you I will defend"
A powerful tyrant
At least for Sourbow
But it's Rashford, day 11
And father has come home