Shutter Island

[Intro]

(Flea)

[Verse]

Cook

Much of life tug of war

I trust the lies and bloody swords

And young or wise, I wasn't sure

Hunger rising, some restored

A hundred skies, regular floors

My uncle died juggling war

Those numbers rise, it struck a chord

Monthly rides, just stuck and tired

Enough divided cups to pour

Trouble find me less untoward

Come for violence, nothing pure

Clutter island, hundreds piled

Money pirate, jump aboard

Stomach grinding, butterflies

I couldn't die, just nothing more

Muddy diamonds rupture core

Courage strike from luck ignored

Push yourself if you 'bout your force

Those crooked slums where thugs resort

Hood above, I lust for warrant

Cookie crumbs above the torch

Looking slumped and unemployed

No kush and comfort for the boy

Huh, I couldn't crush my mother joy

She shouldn't trust my stubborn love, they never gave your son a choice

Uh, much of life a tug of war

I trust the lies and bloody sword