Pike City Proper

Duration

3:34

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

Pike City Proper We rode in from the East Teeth grindin’, revved up past the red line We were gassed and we were greased Eight hundred miles in thirteen hours For just a mattress on the floor Cold concrete walls and colder showers We hung our shingle on the door Pike City Proper Not the outskirts or the heights We sold it bulk, we sold it bundled We sold to blacks, we sold to whites We’d sometimes cut the stuff with Ketamine And then we’d crush it up real fine One bump could make you feel invincible Two bumps could make you think you’re dying We’d earned ourselves a reputation It was an almost perfect start We might have moved our operation To the sticks if we were smart It wouldn’t have been that hard Pike City Proper Not the Township but the Town There’d been some schoolkids might have overdosed There’d been a U.S. Marshall sniffin’ round There’d be no talking our way out of it Yeah we couldn’t just stay put And as much for silence as the sound of it We would have to leave on foot We covered nine miles, plus or minus Or maybe twice that much, who knows And when the sun went down behind us We were sweatin’ through our clothes But at night we almost froze Pike City Proper If we weren’t we would be soon But a few sips of water And I could last out here at least through afternoon Now don’t go calling in no clergyman ’Cause all your angels and your saints Won’t resurrect us from the dead Or pay the pricetags on our heads