Song: Mutant After All
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 11, 2011
Ex-girl, next girl, magnet attract impress girls
Even with the best intentions I only seem to push,
rush-up, and press nerves
Eggshells. Get real. Claws out. Pressed nails.
Fasho it’ll get medieval before reason gets the next word
Get served or get heard.
We dangerous, uninsured
We done done it all- Baby, show a villain love
Walk thru the wall, don’t get scurred
Sub-terrain, pop culture, Fist of the Northstar,
cop-brawler
Jumpin’ up off’a the balcony screamin’ muthafuck Scott
Walker
No preacautions, shorts, or losses
Always give a little more than I offered
Runnin’ with the midnight-monster-maraudin’-
Gold-blooded-hot talkers
Makeshift-self employed
On tour to make a lil’ gorgeous noise
We’re the kids from the other side of the room
That woke up on the wrong side of the moon
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CHORUS
Came outta nowhere
All fight, no words
Beginning to the bonus round
And goin’ after lights out
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Now when I first landed I was musclin’, strugglin’
Hustlin’ along with a rock band
Takin’ every bullet, every bill that I could
Everything that came with bein’ a front man
But when it hit south and the bus broke down
Girlfriends, big checks, and the bandmates bounced
You could only find me writin’ on another assignment
Fightin’ the climate at the coffeeshop, man
Now everybody’s walkin’ on a similar path
Talkin’ about where they coulda been and shoula been at
Under their breath wishin’ they could go back, but
Instead they’re lookin’ at me like I came from another
planet
Just landed, no standards, home address off the mapquest
Raw-magic-jaw cannon hit and runnin’ words like a blog
bandit
Winner winner ramen dinner, this goes out to my zombie
killers
Mommy thrillers- all the villains if ya put a quarter-mil
on your Honda Civic
You’re now flyin’ with a feather lighter,
Don’t blame me if the wings catch fire
Sweet-freedom-veteran writer
Slow-pace-heart rate when dire
Tell me, do you love what ya do
Everyday at the mercy of your muse
‘Cos I’ll be fightin’ in and outside of this room
Until I wake up on the right side of the moon
CHORUS
Rebel leather jacket on
(Baby, keep walkin’ I ain’t gon’ stop ya)
Hoodie underneath it all
(Too much Rockstar, not enough vodka)
Coolest brick in the building
(Handle the heat or get out the dishwater)
And smilin’ when they stare at me
(Please call Wylie if ya need a doctor)
Rebel leather jacket on
(Baby, keep walkin’ I ain’t gon’ stop ya)
Hoodie underneath it all
(Too much Rockstar, not enough vodka)
Coolest brick in the building
(Handle the heat or get out the dishwater)
And smilin’ ‘cos they all believe
(We are human)
Might as well let’em think it
(After all)
Trust, it’s a little different with the
(Flesh uncovered)
But for now this is bliss right?
(After all)
Let’em believe and believe that
(We are human)
Give’em their happily ever
(After all)
But when it comes down to the
(Flesh uncovered)
It’s anything but human
(After all)
CHORUS
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