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REAL FOLK BLUES Video (MV)




Performed By: The Armed
Length: 3:38
Written by: Benjamin Chisholm, Dan Greene




The Armed - REAL FOLK BLUES Lyrics
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Descend with force
Oh Kamen rider
Henshin
Please transform
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces

His sunrise smile
The king of acid house
Just stole your card
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces

Your strawman's in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to trendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse

The strawman's in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes

The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless

I sent in a spy
I like the way you grind when they show up
Got a good reason
Got a good reason
Got a good reason

You're standing trial
You cut against the grain, but you don't share
I'm telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
Telling you, treason

It's burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed

It's burning through the skin
Gold-plated prying eyes

The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
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Descend with force
Oh Kamen rider
Henshin
Please transform
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces
Tear 'em to pieces

His sunrise smile
The king of acid house
Just stole your card
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces
Cut him to pieces

Your strawman's in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to trendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse

The strawman's in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes

The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless

I sent in a spy
I like the way you grind when they show up
Got a good reason
Got a good reason
Got a good reason

You're standing trial
You cut against the grain, but you don't share
I'm telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
Telling you, treason

It's burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed

It's burning through the skin
Gold-plated prying eyes

The strawman's in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive

When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobtrusive
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Writer: Benjamin Chisholm, Dan Greene
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