Violent Sister Letra

You got a violent sister in your filing system
You got a stone cold fridge
You got a wax figurine
You got the spare set of keys, now
To the shittiest, to the shittiest museum

Beggars and thieves sleep at my door
And I dream only when they're whispering
She painted a map of the sun on her floor
It was much like the likeness of her sister
(And it was much like the likeness, much like the likeness)

Violent sister in your filing system
You got a stone cold fridge
You got a wax figurine
You got the spare set of of keys
To the shittiest, to the shittiest museum

Violent sister in your filing system
You got a stone cold fridge
You got a wax figurine
You got the spare set of keys, baby
To the shittiest, to the shittiest museum

Angels that fly with their feet on the ground
Will be lifting up their heels so mightily
And the devils that laugh on the shoulders of man
Will they be pulling on my reigns so tightly?
I've got all these devils pulling hard on my reigns
So tightly
I've got all these devils pulling hard on my reigns

Fictional account of the way shit's really gonna go down