Artist: Rise Robots Rise
Album: Rise Robots Rise
Duration: 5:03
Buffalo Wack Child Lyrics
Buffalo wax, child’s beans, and a greasy prayer
A little token for the man upstairs
He says “Halt the buck, chuck, this is your tough luck”
Scrap heap, dirt cheap, meat hooks, and match books
As the greenhouse gets hot, I wander the back lots
Pleasure’s stocked up, chopped up on your table top
Stop, don’t drop
Another taste and you’ll be back at the blood shot
Float down the stream again
I feel the sky compressing down
Falling closer and closer
I’ll take my chances underground
Wake me up when it’s over
And we live and we cry, always running from the need to survive
As the dawn will be flying across our beautiful sky
In the morning the light will shine on all the good and bad
And we’ll sing in the valley of people
You’ve changed the channel in my brain
And it’s making me stumble
I think I’ll stay inside my cage
‘Cause they say it’s a jungle
Media blitzes, fixers, and tricksters
The trigger, the lines up, my mental resistors
Hey, how does that sound, look out and watch the back stab
Live wire, hot wax, and bone racks and sad sacks
Pressure to move, we act, react, check the facts
Pull up the slack, sit back, and watch the dogs attack
Jump to the rhythm of your own mind
Black out the screen when the time comes to rise
See how the pencil into blades
With one impossible motion
I feel your fingers touch my face
Wake me up when it’s over