$MOULDER Lyrics – $MOULDER
$MOULDER song Details:
Written by: Behenno
[Intro]
Behenno!
[Verse 1]
Could never be a teacher, could never be a doctor
And my heart’s too pure to ever run for office
So all I’m hoping’s that I make a couple dollars of this
Flowing and rhyming ‘till they lower me into my coffin
Harnessing your endorphins, to try and make a profit
It’s funny how you leave your bubble just to get it popping
So is your body rocking, or are you turning, tossing?
They used to bless you, now they leg it when they hear you coughing
You gotta keep on walking, one foot in front of the other
Hustle right through this quarter, you’re going to hear the buzzer
We all need some reminders, let’s try support each other
Don’t be like William Bell, Forgot to Be Your Lover
People they lie and blubber, serpents without a stutter
Glad we’re done hearing Donald, unless we’re talking Glover
Hating behind no names, blaming from under cover
You live it up outside, they type from under covers
[Chorus]
In a land where I really only need some simple closure
All they afford me is another cold shoulder
Will I fold before I be a money folder?
Will the world burn out of the money only smoulders?
Never had a rifle, why’m I feeling like a poacher?
Never had an automatic feeling like a soldier
Will we fix things in time for us to get older?
To give the kids a chance to ever get older
[Verse 2]
Now that’s a question, ain’t it?
Hope it don’t sound to flagrant
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
It ain’t no fashion statement
I’d eat my heart out to be free but still would like a payment
Sometimes my heart feels made of stone, someone please call a mason
Sometimes it’s hardened then it’s melts, it’s sometimes slow, then racing
So many feelings, hard to think they all exist adjacent
Inventive with the words, superb, impatient for a patent
Like…. where it’s at? You see me waiting
You see me waiting, sh-shaking, you see me baking
Defund the pigs, you know the streets are hungry for some bacon
The ones with power speak, we write it down, so they’re dictating
Hell froze over on thin ice, somehow we still are skating
My mind drifts through the sky because my body’s isolating
Two meters to the the brink, I’m not sure, only estimating
I should be thankful for my home, I should just have some patience
Wander the echo chambers of the web for entertainment
[Chorus]
In a land where I really only need some simple closure
All they afford me is another cold shoulder
Will I fold before I be a money folder?
Will the world burn out of the money only smoulders?
Never had a rifle, why’m I feeling like a poacher?
Never had an automatic feeling like a soldier
Will we fix things in time for us to get older?
To give the kids a chance to ever get older
