Poor Old Ra by The Pica Beats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Poor old Ra, you were much better off as a sun god weren't ya
No one gives a shit about your falcon head anymore
Atet sunk down somewhere off the coast of New Brunswick or the Arctic
Sektet sunk with Horus stoned at the wheel
[Chorus]
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that you are go down
But with your feet in the egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
[Verse 2]
I know that the plight of the morning's light will not let you love me
And baby you got stitches that will tell me differently
When it's a patchwork of click and something that sounds like a beak break bone-saw
It's good enough for Ra but it's not good enough for me
[Pre-Chorus]
As a derelict you come off slow
Even in the kitty jail you were calico
And as the prisoner in the chains arrive
Catcalls baring teeth come from every side
[Chorus]
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that you are go down
But with your feet in the egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
[Outro]
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
You grabbed the last little straw
That was hidden in your own forearm
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
You came prepared with a gun
That was hidden in your own stone vest
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Part this Pharaoh with his crown
When he is leaning on this cane and Isis
Will steal all secrets
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Benu that bird of Ra
With the collar of a snake, Uraeus
And plays with Solar
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Hathor had changed to the lion
And will always be combined with Sekmet
And will kill all approaching
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
So give me a moment with her name
And I'll see if I can tame fell beast
And as Thoth I will bring her back
Poor old Ra, you were much better off as a sun god weren't ya
No one gives a shit about your falcon head anymore
Atet sunk down somewhere off the coast of New Brunswick or the Arctic
Sektet sunk with Horus stoned at the wheel
[Chorus]
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that you are go down
But with your feet in the egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
[Verse 2]
I know that the plight of the morning's light will not let you love me
And baby you got stitches that will tell me differently
When it's a patchwork of click and something that sounds like a beak break bone-saw
It's good enough for Ra but it's not good enough for me
[Pre-Chorus]
As a derelict you come off slow
Even in the kitty jail you were calico
And as the prisoner in the chains arrive
Catcalls baring teeth come from every side
[Chorus]
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that you are go down
But with your feet in the egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
[Outro]
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
You grabbed the last little straw
That was hidden in your own forearm
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
You came prepared with a gun
That was hidden in your own stone vest
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Part this Pharaoh with his crown
When he is leaning on this cane and Isis
Will steal all secrets
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Benu that bird of Ra
With the collar of a snake, Uraeus
And plays with Solar
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
Hathor had changed to the lion
And will always be combined with Sekmet
And will kill all approaching
I am the tension, you are the tightrope
So give me a moment with her name
And I'll see if I can tame fell beast
And as Thoth I will bring her back