Tower 26
Sits fixed in the rough sand pitch
I can see it when my head pops up
When my head pops up
'Fore another one drops
And I'm flipped and whipped
Like I have air for bones
Like the ghost on the roof of the auto zone
Metaphor's mixed
And it tricks ya into being transfixed
I can see it when my head pops up
When my head pops up
'Fore another one drops
And I bust the crypt
Like I have steal for bones
Like a deep sea creature with a pressure coat
I
Fiend for relief
But everything I cop
To make the black wave stop
Makes the undertow greedier
The cold swell needier
The only way through it is to drop drop drop
Father John Doe
Stands blitzed at the red pulpit
And the fire and brimstone he spits
From a sermon he ripped
From a Youtube clip
I don't hear I'm indisposed
Tumbling the ocean floor
I
Fiend for relief
But everything I cop
To make the black wave stop
Makes the undertow greedier
The cold swell needier
The only way through it is to drop drop drop
