REAL FOLK BLUES Lyrics

Descend with force Oh Kamen Rider Henshin! Please transform! Tear ‘em to pieces! His Sunrise smile The King of Acid House Just stole your card Cut him to pieces! Your strawman’s in the streets The long end of his course Pander to trendless patrons Washed up with no remorse. The Strawman’s in the streets Gold-plated prying eyes The Strawman’s in the streets Misfortunate alibi Baseless I sent in a spy — I like the way you grind when they show up. Got a good reason. You’re standing trial — You cut against the grain, but you don’t share. I’m telling you, treason. Telling you, treason. It’s burning through the skin My likeness under clothes Contouring every feature Covered but so exposed It’s burning through the skin Gold-plated prying eyes The Strawman’s in the streets Misfortunate alibi Baseless When is the perfect time to die? I want to be unobrtrusive.