Song: New Gods
Album: Lesser Restoration
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by: Toussaint Morrison
Released December 16, 2016
ref: https://open.spotify.com/album/4Kxoc25MaDxqvsIjhZx29N
Chorus
Hello, it’s me
Again
Your hell couldn’t hold me
down
I’m back
And smilin’ for what’s to
happen next
I think it’s time you call
your god.
-
Been makin’ over night
flights across town for several nights now,
Pacin’ with light cycles;
streaks’a neon off a kite tail
I run a nice route, but I
feel my heart fadin’
Reminscin’ past rides with
Tetsuo and Kanata
And before you meet the
maker,
One of these nights you
find out what you’re made of
You can fight it ‘til you
last breath collapses
Or accept this is you and
let them fangs out unabashed
I’m on.
River City to Riverside,
look alive
I cast shadows in the
night from a neon Matin sign
Billy and Jimmy Lee watch
the 6 back in ‘99
Fight or flight divine,
now it’s only fight to fight
Delightful spite, swinging
lead pipes for a righteous price
I ain’t for sale tho, keep
the offer
Evening extremists can’t
be bought into crack’a dawn joggers
I write lines between day
walkers and midnight marauders
Preppin’ hooks like
Ruthless Robbie Muthafuckin’ Lawler.
Don’t know what y’all
heard, the pearl’s a hardened sinner
But if she can slow dance
on a floor full’a phantasmal killers
Then I’ll let her wear my
hoodie, come and ride shotgun
Silver bullets in the
glove compartment, Billy Compton
And company come fuck with
me
Run your keys, fuck your jewels,
I seen things you can’t unbelieve
Spades a spade, but only
mythril’s up my sleeve
Just an American Sabrewolf
on these London streets
Know one thing: Don’t pick
a fight
With a man who’s died
twice and dudn’t believe in the Lord of Light
50/50’s my norm, you don’t
wanna see my risky
Just tell’em that I’m
comin’ and I’m bringin’ hell with me
Chorus
Nothin’ a full moon can’t
heal
Standin’ on the city
landfill sippin’ Stab & Kill
Nursin’ old wounds,
catchin’ new feels
It’s just another date with
a devil in blue heels
So, I’m out:
Nola, Brooklyn, Cleveland,
Shine Town, Metro City- hands up and come out
St. Paul, Scotland, Eire
Detroit, Argon- put’em in
the sky
All through the night
Where the hype goes to die
Danger intravenous to
heart
While I’m outrunnin’ my
ghosts up, off and through the wall
Burning down
Was always the better
between the two next to
Fading out
I wouldn’t have it any
different than what it is right now
Just a grin in the dark
Now, I hear them talkin’
fire, but revenge is best served cold
Yeah, I’m always new to
town; Vagabond, Ninja Scroll
Now, the Belmont’s on
vacation, I think you might wanna leave
Cos it’s me, a few
dangerous strangers, and Wylie.
So run out, run out, run
out, run out, run out…
Chorus
