Soon Come Soon - Young Fathers

Hold down beholder

Hold down beholder

Hold down beholder

The handle’s broken

Come get your beating

Did I not feed you?

You’re my boy and your god is evil

Point blank

Gasp for air when there’s two in here

Silent day to torture

Join me, comrade

Dinner with dogs and kissing sad cats

Scraps and all for the cunning rats

Drawing blood and have a drink

Take a shot and then shoot, shooter

Take a shot and then shoot, shooter

Take a shot and then shoot

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Come and get it

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Come and get it, come and get it

Turn me up, turn me up

Say, say, say

Batter up, batter up

Hey, hey, hey

Having enough is not enough to say

Choice is not a luxury

On this occasion definitely

(Honestly, ​it is)

Green grasses and green grasses in green patches

Sandcastles, full throttle, something subtle

Paper rubles inside the girdle mumbling curses

System of her dancing, nothing worth liking

Lower than a bastard, classing from the Baster

Burying the hatchet

How do you think she likes​ it?

She lay the chigger in the casket

How do you think she likes it?

Throwing caution to the wind

Letting love pass you by

Send a note to future self

Stay awake and alert

Hear the click clang at the belts

The rustling in the leaves, my dear

At the instance of detonation, the temperature the meteor fire will work its

way to a million degrees, as hot as the surface of the sun

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon

Oh, soon come soon