File:Cane Hill - The Fat of the Land

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My very first car, shit was so old. ’91 caddy, to me it was gold. Every single night, I’d go for a drive. But every single night didn’t happen this time.

Racing home with one headlight. I saw a man I should’ve passed by. Biggest mistake, I wish I’d known. I’d never be the same, never go home.

Every Adam’s got an Eve, brimming with insanity. We’re saturated. Hanging from the apple tree, wet with fear and gravity. Infatuated. Infatuated. We are the fat of the land. Infatuated.

The man on my right, a stranger in need, was running his mouth uncontrollably. I don’t think he’s from here. It’s starting to show. Why won’t he say where he needs to go?

What’s it gonna be? A long walk home or a ride with me? I said, “what’s it gonna be, what’s it gonna be? Tell me who you are or I’m stopping the car.”

“I know who you are, and I know where you’ve been. I’m the King of Betrayal, and I’m here for your skin. There’s no escaping me, but in reality, I am the serpent, and I’m ready to feed.”

Every Adam’s got an Eve, brimming with insanity. We’re saturated. Hanging from the apple tree, wet with fear and gravity. Infatuated. Infatuated. We are the fat of the land. Infatuated.

What did I do? Why did I run into you? I was trying to help, but now I’m crawling to hell. So long to my soul, ‘least you’ve got a new home. Had to give you away, it was you or my bones.

Are you fucking with me?

Every Adam’s got an Eve, brimming with insanity. We’re saturated. Hanging from the apple tree, wet with fear and gravity. Infatuated. Infatuated. We are the fat of the land. Infatuated.