Let Em Come

[Verse 1: Scroobius Pip] When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips Pull it up with our teeth 'til it covers our lips Exhale; central heating for the weather beaten No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Wil Wheaton Walking these streets with that distant stare No one likes us but we don't care Maybe our kind don't fit round here Our minds find conflict round here See, we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold So our shoes don't slip, they stick and grip this road Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold We won't settle for unsought careers Or forty years of salty tears Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label When I'm old and decaying, I'll be decaying and able [Hook: Scroobius Pip] If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming let 'em come (Let 'em come) [Scroobius Pip] [? ...lightning?] I see so many kids that love being writers more than they love writing [Verse 2: P.O.S] Bad times coming, bash up a castle I know the zoo keeper, line em up, lions on 'em I haven't slept yet, ever, crust Kickin up dust, leave em sickin up rust colour Let it come, let 'em run, let me laugh at it Smash like it's rampage, live it up, grasp at it No pill for the whirlwind coming, let it come Spin with the rush, no fun till the times up Run against the flood, all stroke, no float For the hope, for the coast, pump blood Stump fuckers on the daily, dump lungs Volume is up, watch 'em hush for the lump sum But not around here, around here we steer clear Of holding our tongues to stack funds When bad times come, it's like some old news new shit Choose yours: new whip or brick? Thank you [Hook: Scroobius Pip] If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) [Verse 3: Sage Francis] Quality home life, living a lie now Take it to the road, certain women would lie down Haunting images I witnessed in my town Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown Gotta dig a bigger hole But you can never climb out, just burrow and burrow Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down Wait for the high tide and try not to drown You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko Or pipe down, bucko, I'm doubting what many say "Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?" Feed the lion, despite what the sign says Act defiant and impolite to my friends While making side bets in a risky gamble Save the wild sex for the filthy animals I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical Become detached like your snake mandibles The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls He's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls [Hook: Scroobius Pip] If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) [Outro: P.O.S & Sage Francis] If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come) If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once-young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming, let 'em come (Let 'em come)