Indian Rope Man
๐ต 735 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:18 duration
๐ ID: 8038180
๐ Lyrics
Fog dangling thick
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Indian rope man he sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part
As the fog dangling thick
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Oh, yeah
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Indian rope man he sees the times
Splitting loose the edge of minds
He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
Kiss him quick, he has to part
As the fog dangling thick
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill it might grind slow
But it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quick, he has to part
Oh, yeah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.93] Fog dangling thick
[00:28.20] Can't see the right road, streets are sick
[00:36.17] The eight day mill it might grind slow
[00:43.25] But it grinds fine, yeah
[00:51.92] Indian rope man, while looking on
[00:54.60] Tells common clay he's heavenly born
[00:58.05] Retired layman looks on in scorn
[01:01.51] With a transplanted heart
[01:04.98] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[01:14.11] Indian rope man he sees the times
[01:21.06] Splitting loose the edge of minds
[01:27.38] He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
[01:41.79] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[02:21.67] As the fog dangling thick
[02:28.90] Can't see the right road, streets are sick
[02:35.93] The eight day mill it might grind slow
[02:43.61] But it grinds fine
[02:53.01] Indian rope man, while looking on
[02:55.88] Tells common clay he's heavenly born
[02:59.30] Retired layman looks on in scorn
[03:02.65] With a transplanted heart
[03:05.85] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[03:10.25] Oh, yeah
[03:16.45]
[00:28.20] Can't see the right road, streets are sick
[00:36.17] The eight day mill it might grind slow
[00:43.25] But it grinds fine, yeah
[00:51.92] Indian rope man, while looking on
[00:54.60] Tells common clay he's heavenly born
[00:58.05] Retired layman looks on in scorn
[01:01.51] With a transplanted heart
[01:04.98] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[01:14.11] Indian rope man he sees the times
[01:21.06] Splitting loose the edge of minds
[01:27.38] He catches losers in his line, in his line, yeah
[01:41.79] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[02:21.67] As the fog dangling thick
[02:28.90] Can't see the right road, streets are sick
[02:35.93] The eight day mill it might grind slow
[02:43.61] But it grinds fine
[02:53.01] Indian rope man, while looking on
[02:55.88] Tells common clay he's heavenly born
[02:59.30] Retired layman looks on in scorn
[03:02.65] With a transplanted heart
[03:05.85] Kiss him quick, he has to part
[03:10.25] Oh, yeah
[03:16.45]