0870 by Skank & Shake Lyrics

Quote from the song “0870” by Skank & Shake

She's a quiet wee thing, though her temper's often flaring
Swearing and carrying on through the night
She stays in the middle and many lost wanderers, come to her
To offer themselves to her bodice and consume her life
See dedication in her soul and devastation also
Medication bottled in brown paper bags
She is trauma, she is drama, she is talking back
She is dingoes stalking prey along walking tracks
Dry riverbeds carve a path through her spirit
When the watеr comes, you can see her swimming in it
She builds hеrself up, and digs herself deeper
Though growing stronger takes much longer than becoming weaker
Many have heard of her and made their assumptions
And sometimes they are correct
But sometimes the presumptuous connect with their perceptions
And learn to love and respect
From above she is marred with the bones of the old
Her people, they all look exactly the same
From above you can see the cracks from the flames
Which burnt her way down the track
The jacaranda grows out the back
When it comes, she knows the year is closing
She is fear and loathing, some believe she's near broken
Her sad past appears choking
Her dear friends who have been there since the start
But then she begins to sparkle and wins the heart
Of all those who would disregard her and her past
She is love and hate, she'd probably punch a mate
She's always coming late but never running late
She is timeless, she is violence, she is sirens through the silence
She is surviving through a crisis, she's driving without a license
She's loved truly for her beauty and by those who've called her back
To the touries, she's "The Alice"
But you'd never hear a local call her that

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “0870”

• Written: Skank, Shake, Hugh Winterflood
• Release Date: 2016

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “0870” Released in 2016

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She's a quiet wee thing, though her temper's often flaring
Swearing and carrying on through the night
She stays in the middle and many lost wanderers, come to her
To offer themselves to her bodice and consume her life
See dedication in her soul and devastation also
Medication bottled in brown paper bags
She is trauma, she is drama, she is talking back
She is dingoes stalking prey along walking tracks
Dry riverbeds carve a path through her spirit
When the watеr comes, you can see her swimming in it
She builds hеrself up, and digs herself deeper
Though growing stronger takes much longer than becoming weaker
Many have heard of her and made their assumptions
And sometimes they are correct
But sometimes the presumptuous connect with their perceptions
And learn to love and respect
From above she is marred with the bones of the old
Her people, they all look exactly the same
From above you can see the cracks from the flames
Which burnt her way down the track
The jacaranda grows out the back
When it comes, she knows the year is closing
She is fear and loathing, some believe she's near broken
Her sad past appears choking
Her dear friends who have been there since the start
But then she begins to sparkle and wins the heart
Of all those who would disregard her and her past
She is love and hate, she'd probably punch a mate
She's always coming late but never running late
She is timeless, she is violence, she is sirens through the silence
She is surviving through a crisis, she's driving without a license
She's loved truly for her beauty and by those who've called her back
To the touries, she's "The Alice"
But you'd never hear a local call her that