Brittle Bones Nicky 2 - Rare Americans

Welcome friends, hello foes

Thought my story was over, book closed?

Think again, we’re nowhere close

My eyes are open, cheers we toast

I am a motherfucking ghost (He's a ghost)

My heart beat blank, through the ground I sank

I met a driver, his name was Hank

Told me we were on the way

When I asked him where, he said «Can't say»

«He himself to such a fate.»

«I'll drop you off right in front of the gate.»

A roller coaster kind of night

My whole life in plain sight

Saw my mom, held her hand

Couldn’t wait to hug her in the promised land

A Rush of love, flight of doves

I must be trippin', what a drug

Am I going to heaven or hell?

A question I have always asked myself

Brittle Bones Nicky, you were crafty and tricky

It said that you were gold

It said that you were gold

Welcome, welcome Nicky

Welcome to heaven (Welcome to heaven)

Door’s open up, I was ushered in

Hank said «Good luck to ya, kid»

A sign on the door, it read fate

Two arrows pointing to two gates

I’m a hewin, I don’t hate

Got laughed right in my fucking face

Y’know kid, you made many mistakes

Started with the pie to Shifty’s face

Forgive your mates, down your fates

Forgive your sins, and acwis

Mama dowem, without a trace

Was cast away, thrown hell’s gate

This ain’t fair, you delt those cards

You made the most of a terrible start

A voice came back, last from the pact

Spit on my shoes and caught on my back

I guess I belong in hell

It’s got the devil himself

Brittle bones nicky, you’re not crafty or tricky

You’re a son of a bitch, you’re low

Welcome to your new home

Was a fucking zoo, rotting with spew

Caged with Burbrooze, black and blue

I cried «I gotta get out of this place»

I heard a voice

«Only one way!»

It was Ben, it’d been years

Saved him from the three musketeers

Man I was happy to see his face

«I owe you one, I’ll help you out of this maze»

Approach the devil, with venomous graze

Tell him you fucked with the human race

He’d let you out, a ghost of a pawn

To scare the shit out of who you want

Things you’ve done, despicable crimes

The devil might let you into heaven in time

Lines right there, for you to plead

So say a prayer and get on your knees

I gotta get outta this hell

Would you sell your soul to save yourself?

I’m not gonna get pushed around

I’m not going down down down

I’m not going down

Come on in, take a seat

Turned around, only saw his feet

The voice I knew, I just heard

Turned around, was gah he slurred

Surprised, most of them are

I’m with fosa, and em scar

Who knew why shit.

gets old and trike

Tell me why you’re in my sight

I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close

Banish me to the devalone

Crafty, I’m tricky

Millions of people dig me

Let me go back, my people crack

Ill do you right, grant me a pass

To see my mom, and watch her back

Brittle Bones Nicky, he was crafty and tricky

That son of a bitch was gold

Yeah that son of a bitch was gold

So here I am, not quite a man

But I always got a game plan

I’ll ruffle feathers.

fuck with folks

You know me, I’m a good bloke