F Delano - Kishi Bashi

Oh, in the desert they gave you the slip Rohypnol

Chip on your shoulder, the scotch tasted much older than before

Nightly occurrence

The men laughed it off like it was a bore to them

And they were right

Feminine encounters were in sight

F Delano

Named of the leader who favored a nation after his own

Into the desert he pushed all the Nips, he wasn’t alone

Speech with a fury

Sentenced with no plan ahead of you

Without a heart

No winning hand for any man or child

F Delano

Oh, in the desert where no one should live, it wasn’t our home

And in the winter our sentence was stiff, we froze to the bone

Summer was sunny, but history, funny to settle with

Was he right?

Innocence without a proper fight?

Fight

F Delano