The Slew Lyrics by 137 (US)
Sleeping in the present slew
I know my lips are blue
But that’s all because I swallowed beat
And just forgot to chew
Give me the pen
Gotta scribe another win
Feeling every step of the path’s
Mired in my bitter ken
Sweat on my brow
Early in morning
But I cannot stop myself
Milking proverbial cow
Sowing midst the blowing
Of a harsh wind
And a loud ring
As the gale is calling
On the telephone
Wants to pick a bone
Tell it get in line
‘Cause a lot of people want me in the fire thrown
Brand new ship docking at an old port
Sow my seeds in the sand like palm trees
No jersey but the ball’s in my court
I’m not afraid of the waves in high seas
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137 (US) Lyrics – The Slew