THREE MILE PILOT LYRICS - NÀ VUCCÀ DÒ LUPÙ

one step ladder

One for the joker one for me one for the road - twenty for his soul - but I don't want to know this is me
I might fail - I can hardly steer let alone put on the brakes so I just keep clear of stations - legs don't fail
me now - I don't want to know - this is me cornered tight in compact steel under cemented wire mesh
wrapped over in this stone cold flesh - suddenly it's my finger moving watch closely - this is my
strength being eaten - this is me bone dry torn from surviving flesh - if this is my last breath - I don't
want to know I might fail - I've got the hands that can reach your neck if they feel the need - but I don't
want to know - this is me under here bent back broke in half a sinking anchor screaming in anger -
suddenly it's my finger moving - this is more than structure it walks under your heel - a corner to fit in
a house to die in - these are last chances and I might fail - in the land where the leg thought before the
head they were just moving for food and shelter - it just took a hundred steps for every one - can
hardly blame them - one down and a hundred to go - I swear this isn't me - I caught myself again the
one step ladder tries to fuck me over again - takes it all at once - one for the joker one for his thieves
one for the road - twenty for his skin - but I don't want to know this is me I might fail - I can hardly
chew my food let alone pay the rent so I just keep clear of stations - legs don't fail me now


sore loser

Summer turned ahead of green simples came wicked for this head of lettuce - camouflage condom wig
on his head belly o' greed - slick wax floors before the door at the bottom of the slide - walls turn to a
point - slipping on the glass eye as the lid blinks over this crushed lens - like the day that the lid closed
the sky above your head - (he can't make the difference in days they all bleed into the same) - bleeding
all over the maid but she's made to be fast but it won't last we all bleed the same - he's here now he
might as well stay he plays the game well he's not a sore loser - he says sore losers are out before they
even get up to swing - but he can't even get up with that belly o' greed - belly like a whale - but he's
gonna get it one way or another and if he can't find it... what is it that we suffer - is it in your head - like
the day that the lid closed the sky above your head - he gets closer every time


slow hand

Sheep's peaches always turn up ripe what I'd give to kill the whole herd - I never realized what it was
we had to (find/fight) then it all came around came crashing into the ground - so I look it straight in the
eye see my hand through the other side - shove it into the ground - there'll be a time when I'll be
around again - running time - spitting tunnels - roll me a smoke home suckers on the couch - roll me
up the hill into the ground - release the mush strand by strand slow hand - singed my brow trying to
hide from my godhead - this tower of leisure is a bloody holiday so the bastard pleads to a breath and
says release the vein - there'll be a time when I'll be around again - slow motion weasel teases my
stomach I need a helmet to smash my pain - it'll come once again heavy hand will crush the earth at
horns day inn - release the mush strand by strand my slow hand - should the monkey choose to swing
I'm sure it would thump me on my godhead - should the same old thing come around I'm sure the
feathered tongue will be the one to lick the weasel's leg


pinhut

Landing on my back I paddle the ground for air like a turtle in the sun - staggering pilot travels light
bending loops into stairs - pinhuts passing out the dots - devils turn rounding off my back - sap towns
tugging screams the whistle in my head - ground to mound houses run like stitches sewn down the
street - tailors trying to taper me for a better pair of legs and they run down in streams (the seams) -
salivating molasses mind barely scratches the ditch from where he came hardly salvages any remains
just keeps bleeding nothing to be sized - we're all looking to be saved - red belly turtles under paid - and
I can't wait - just another cat that crawled upon the tiny shiny roof - they all said to me kill the cat - all
things all sides all standing still standing in a piss puddle that seeps into my shoes - I tuck this loop and
hole stuffed sick of turning simple buttons into buckles into ropes around my neck - Jesus swings from
a noose above your bed - clumsy tug-o-war under the soot sap tree but it all comes with a lifetime
guarantee - my lazy stumble into the wave of paper thin repetition - Jesus drags his cross just bleeding
hardly salvages any remains it's all to the feeding - these hog legs keep slapping my ears and I can't see
through the waves that they make - hog legs keep slapping my years


walking with your mother

Knee high in sand - he's setting it up for the kicks he's got the lego man legs he's going to kick like this -
sand stole the soul of another stole for nothing he's walking a one step plank - hang me over the
drowning mule on your way out - step over the fire don't let them take you over - you can't hang for
another - it's all time to the - steel pole in the sand soon became just another stick in the mud - he's
coming again I wonder now what he wants with a pocket full of sand - I'm not feeling too sure but I'm
still dragging behind the things that I protest - it's not getting through to me not this time - where is all
my time that genuine one hundred percent good old American fun - it's called time


illwrath

Horse shed fell in killed my love (law) I found one eye made it into a paperweight it sits on my desk
watching me change seasons - I headed up to mainfield to see whose roof was caving in next - took a
while to notice that all the horses were staring at me - read is read but not understood - black planet in
a shovel over the back fence - black planet lovers in a race to kill themselves - black planet lovers
love staring through the hollow logs - 'tis a tallow valley that run dar blown - resting pool crawls to
the dry lips and how about the lip synch to the dry lips - reed is red but not understood - black planet
lover sinks with the hollow logs - no looking back no second chances one in the middle spins the
fastest stumble crash into some sort of something staying eventually unwanted - it is a shallow valley
that runs there below - carousel music plays never ending too bad the horses they are only half alive -
reid is red to the dry lip read is read


unicycle silencer

This is one - I spent my time under the well I gave it up to the rain man - I ran to London in a brazier
screaming red ones feathered ones diving straight down - I like the sound of the worms marching on
wheels - this sun has just one too many rings - I wouldn't give it up just for a ride I'm sticking ground
I'm not waiting for a break though the board looks dryer every day - saw the bull taking charge
lowered horns drove it in - the spoon can cradle the legs if you take it all in but I'm not holding the
crutch as the wheel barrel tips again - too many pennies to make good worth have gone down - given
up to the well -- silencer -- I still spend my time under the well now I gave my pennies up to the rain - I
ride a unicycle in the rain I can't balance the weight - I ride blindfolded naked on top of the train push
me off anytime - time slips away - feel like the clown painted tears and plastic eyes I know all noses
grow (and the water's all paper anyway) - there will be a sign when to move I'm the old arm bender
and I will move for you - as the icebergs follow the waves of sand we all fall in pieces - these days to
clean my skin I've got to punch the janitor and steal his arms and art away - tripping on the jack in my
head we're burning the mop in the brain - distilled selling vintage water - the suns in the gutter
simmering in backwash -- silencer -- sand they fill and fill - I have to shove before I pull -- time -- feel
the fill - I feel the balance but the tilt always turns to slide - how long 'til it'll all come again come
again and fill


horse sweat

I don't care if it's my last time I'm coming in dead or alive for free and I don't care if it's my last time -
because the last time was better than this last time was all just shovel and dig - got to head it up for a
run the bare back to the saddle is tired of being a clone - this horse kicked a mile high he wanted to
beat harder than the sun - there's no time to heal must first learn how to bleed - the un-nailed hoof
never came to a stall horses sweat but this one wasn't taught how to crawl he's staying dead or alive for
free - believe me nothing weighs more than free - he says - there's no time to heal must first learn how
to bleed - and I'm coming in belly down tied to my horse the short straw sleeps in my pocket - it feels
so good and I know it's there all the time - now before my day is done I'll have beaten on one thousand
suns


paralyzed (dressing the kill)

I don't feel that I should move or even try to mutter a word I just feel that I am paralyzed - they're
satisfied to see that we would all hope to come back again - we would want it we would feel the need
and we couldn't wait - they wouldn't let us know they would keep it closed they would hold on to the
grain - do you feel paralyzed - and I don't feel that we could come back again - can you move can you
stand we'll let you heal in the closet - my hands are tied my eyes are held shut and my choices are
made - my head is bent back to my feet there is a spear in my side and I can't smell my blood to know
where I come from - not too far along - and I trust you to come forth to cut the seal to dress the kill -
they wouldn't let you know they would keep it closed they would hold onto the grain - before you let it
begin you've got to shave the skin peel the hair back and let it all commence - the grain makes up
everything it'll make up a whole lot more to keep you tuned in to keep you satisfied - and if you feel
paralyzed then you know that it's working you inside to keep you sucked in and mesmerized do you
feel paralyzed - and I don't feel we could come back again - there are slits in my eyes as the (flesh)
curtains rise it is warm and slow I will crawl inside - I will press your head to sleep - you will lie
downwind of your skin to know that they've captured your smell - but I can move


feeling bald

The kill - steering the mace dining with soil I burnt down the pyro and I feel good like a used tool - hold
the wing before my view turn your head just before I fall out - pigeon wing slaps me in the face felt
like a gypsy dagger - god's survival kit soon to get fixed but it takes too long to walk a mile when
waterhose seasons half a dive - feeling bald now I trust my cane this rusts been sold second hand-
feeling bald now I trust my cane - should last a lifetime or close to a thousand years - it's too cold man
but not past five hundred degrees - it's the crushman - I've got my whole left side to lean on and it leans
right on me but we get weaker as we drag along - hunger stepped on by my lungs - strange diver in a
holy time misses the scratching back but this time it's too much - dripping mailbox stains the ground
that crawls on my skin - crushman knows that I've got roots on my heels and he wants to steal them
away - stealing my weight - at one thousand I was slobbering and shaking at two thousand I was lost in
believing but I was still pumping blood at three thousand beneath - it's my seventh sea and I ain't
found no king where is the rule to glide me along on this long long row - these shallow leopards sank
and lost their spots - he's looking for a jump-start 'cuz he doesn't want to leave yet - crushing hand in
hand he's slipping in - sweaty brow - he's slipping in - dead dog blanket better burn


huvakraft

Could have been but then I don't want it I don't want a thing don't want to be wrapped up in the vein-
could of been in my hand could have been in the ground could have been anywhere but I don't want it -
could have been that I was too laid back - could have been a grave digger - but now I just fold paper
airplanes feels like I'm flying all the time - it happens all the time - wouldn't you just know snowballs
turn into mountains - blow me down blow me away - you'll seal - couldn't they all be silly gooses
lighting short fuses - like campfires under water spilling buckets of fire - it happens all the time -
wouldn't you just know snow balls turn into mountains - blow me down blow me away - you'll see


dirt on the flag mud on the wheel

Dirt on the flag mud on the wheel - he has no name he turns away - but you can't hide from the sky
believe me he has no name - it's time for the king to put the queen up upon his back and carry the load
but it'll weigh him down - so he drags her to the top of the wreckage where the burning flag is that he
once claimed falls to his knees and tries to pat it out - he cries "I have no name" - and so he turns his
back to the sun looks at his burnt hand and tells himself "I still have five" And so he punches himself
in the face - punches at the bottom of the sky - he sees people in the sky he doesn't question why he
knows the truth about his name - he hit the bottom of the sky - snowman begins to blister as the sand
man punches out of the hill - they're changing angles in my head they're turning over on me again - I
swallowed the mold I will never be the same king again - tin man's rusting to gold tin roofs only stop
the rain and everybody knows that gold can't rust - that's why we're all rusting to gold - but I don't want
to be gold - dirt on the flag mud on the wheel - it's all over the sky believe me he has no name 'cause
you can't hide from the sky believe me he has no name - and I said "I'll give you five gold rings not to
swing again" - the king sizes them up and punches himself again

THREE MILE PILOT
Nà Vuccà Dò Lupù
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