Songtexte:
Broken Bells Trap Doors

eyes to us Fight fire Trap doors to endless wisdom Young lad, have we grown too tired longing to find? And close your eyes to us Fight fire Trap doors

to us Fight fire Trap doors to endless wisdom Young lad, have we grown too tired Longing to find And close your eyes to us And fight fire Trap doors

snitches at the door Cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no more (I run with trouble... trouble) Shit, that's right, get trapped fuck with my G's

'cos I'm locked n da closet Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin' to hell Do me a favor, open the door

the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken

they think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous [Chamillionaire] {*door bell

Stop Tha Snicthes At Tha Door Cut That Tail Off Tha Rat He Won't Rat No More (I Run With Trouble... Trouble) Shit! That's Right Get Trapped Fuckin With

I'm locked 'n da closet Chorus: Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door

think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous [Chamillionaire] {*door bell