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No Claws Video (MV)




Performed By: Holy Sons
Written by: Emil Amos Snizek




Holy Sons - No Claws Lyrics




Rush off to work again
Pushing off that mean last stair
Got a lotta streets to pound, my head's turned down
Legs know the path and I wear a frown

If there is too much stress, my liver cleans up the mess
It's just another dusty mop, when your weapons drop
If you tip back too much and your night watch stops

I'm vulnerable to the thieves and all the other scum on the street
Don't you know there ain't no claws I'm searching for
There ain't no laws I'm searching for
There ain't no spells I'm searching for
There ain't no clause that I'm under to harness my mind

Too much comfort dulls the mind
Shovels soil I hoped to find
Feelings cold on mind controlled
Wasted life on the blind
Cover dust over my name
I'll never pass this way again
Change my walk, lose their trail
History written, never mailed

Too much comfort dulls the mind
Shovels soil I hoped to find
Feelings cold on mind controlled
Wasted life on the blind
Cover dust over my name
I'll never pass this way again...
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Rush off to work again
Pushing off that mean last stair
Got a lotta streets to pound, my head's turned down
Legs know the path and I wear a frown

If there is too much stress, my liver cleans up the mess
It's just another dusty mop, when your weapons drop
If you tip back too much and your night watch stops

I'm vulnerable to the thieves and all the other scum on the street
Don't you know there ain't no claws I'm searching for
There ain't no laws I'm searching for
There ain't no spells I'm searching for
There ain't no clause that I'm under to harness my mind

Too much comfort dulls the mind
Shovels soil I hoped to find
Feelings cold on mind controlled
Wasted life on the blind
Cover dust over my name
I'll never pass this way again
Change my walk, lose their trail
History written, never mailed

Too much comfort dulls the mind
Shovels soil I hoped to find
Feelings cold on mind controlled
Wasted life on the blind
Cover dust over my name
I'll never pass this way again...
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Writer: Emil Amos Snizek
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.

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