Lyrics | Peyote People
"Slave to Slavery"
(words and music by H. Morris)
A slave to this past-time am I
Am I looking dead or alive?
The answer to this question is... Why?
A slave to this past-time am I
What we see see is what we are not
Please come in and tear it apart
The endings are beginning to rot
What we see is what we are not.
Pull me up Im ready to try
Am I looking dead or alive?
The answer to this question is... why?
Pull me up Im ready to try
Pull me up Im ready to try
"We Married Money"
(words and music by H. Morris)
We married money and lived in sin
Burned our belongings to begin again
We buried treasure in the wide open
Gave fake hand-shakes, made fast friends
-Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...
The blood that’s in them, in me flows
And like a fine wine, it sours slow
I’ve never drank from another cup
Im sure its tasty, the hard-stuff
- Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...
- Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...
"First Fires"
(words and music by H. Morris)
Live on bread alone, feel first fires coming on
Out of house & home pick your weapon and on
Three get ready, keep it steady we
Try to kill the memories
Now the soup is on, fill your cup and move along
Out of house & home pick your weapon and on
Three get ready, keep it steady we
Try to kill the memories
Try to kill the memories
"Godfather"
(words and music by H. Morris)
Came by it honest, came by it naturally
He made a promise and kept it faithfully
He was a good man, he was a good man
He was a mover, and a shaker and a lover and a warrior
Fell under pressure but swore hed never leave
He drove bargains and drove them crazily
He was a good man, he was a good man
He was a mover, and a shaker and a lover and a warrior
He was a mover and a shaker and lover a god-father.
"Second Split"
(words and music by H. Morris)
Shame on me, for killing things
I took his head with a machete
A single hit, a second split
In two halves, forgive, forget
Look in here, the coast is clear
You’ll never hear from them again
I’ve told lies, and taken lives
Dreamed of life on the outside
Look in here, the coast is clear
You’ll never hear from them again
"Getaway"
(words and music by H. Morris)
I don’t really care about money maybe that’s why I ain’t got any
I just wanna take what you ate, I just wanna be on the same page
Lets getaway the only way we can
Lets get away the only way we can
Lets getaway the only way, I’ll make it up to you someday
Let me pass, let me through, I swear to god I’ll make it up to you.
What would you pay for this mess? Gimme all you got I’ll take no less
We don’t really care about money maybe that’s why we ain’t got any
Lets getaway the only way we can
Lets get away the only way we can
Lets getaway the only way, I’ll make it up to you someday
Let me pass, let me through, I swear to god I’ll make it up to you.
"Golden Gifts"
(words and music by H. Morris)
Shower me with golden gifts
Hold me close don’t let me slip, far away
From my home. Don’t let me slip far from home.
Turn me loose, but kiss my lips
Stay confused by all of this and be afraid
For your life, be afraid for your life
You relax and let me have my way with you
I don’t know what to say, Ill try to take it easy on you.
Shower me with golden hits
Don’t let this be one of them
I’ll never know, what you want
I’ll never know, just what you want
You relax and let me have my way with you
I don’t know what to say, Ill try to take it easy on you.