Rare Americans – Brittle Bones Nicky 2 (Official Video)



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—–USA FALL TOUR DATES—–
Sep 07 – Seattle, WA – ALL AGES
Sep 08 – Portland, OR – AA
Sep 10 – Sacramento, CA – AA
Sep 11 – San Fransisco, CA – AA
Sep 14 – Los Angeles, CA – AA
Sep 15 – San Diego, CA – AA
Sep 17 – Pheonix, AZ – AA
Sep 18 – Tucson, AZ – 16+ (12+ w/Guardian)
Sep 20 – Santa Fe, NM – AA
Sep 21 – El Paso, TX – AA
Sep 23 – San Antonio, TX – AA
Sep 24 – Austin, TX – 18+ (under 18 w/Guardian)
Sep 25 – Dallas, TX – AA
Sep 27 – Houston, TX – AA
Sep 28 – New Orleans, LA – AA
Sep 29 – Atlanta, GA – AA
Sep 30 – Orlando, FL – AA
Oct 01 – Miami, FL – 18+
Oct 04 – Raleigh, NC – AA
Oct 07 – Brooklyn, NY – 16+ (under 16 w/Guardian)
Oct 08 – Washington, DC – AA
Oct 09 – Philadelphia, PA – AA
Oct 10 – Pittsburgh, PA – AA
Oct 12 – Cleveland, OH – AA
Oct 13 – Columbus, OH – AA
Oct 15 – Detroit, MI – AA
Oct 16 – Chicago, IL – AA
Oct 18 – Minneapolis, MN – AA
Oct 20 – Omaha, NB – AA
Oct 22 – Denver, CO – AA
Oct 24 – Salt Lake City, UT – AA
Oct 25 – Boise, ID – AA

—–MUSIC——
Written by: Rare Americans
Produced by: Ben Kaplan, Chin Injeti, Rare Americans
Recorded & Mixed by: Ben Kaplan by: Ben Kaplan
Assistant Engineer: Liam Moes
Mastered by: Chris Gehringer @ Stirling Sound

—–VIDEO——
Animated by: Solis Animation
Concept by: Rare Americans & Solis Animation

—–LYRICS—–
Welcome friends! Hello foe’s
Thought my story was over, book closed?
Think again, we’re no where close
My eyes are open, cheers, we toast
I am mother fucking ghost (he’s a ghost!)

My heart beat blanked, through the ground I sank
I met a driver, his name was Hank
Told me we were on the way, when I asked to where
He said, “can’t say, he himself decides your fate, I’ll drop you off right in front of the gates”

A roller coaster kinda night
My whole life right in plain site
Saw my mom, held her hand
Couldn’t wait to hug her in the promised land
A rush of love, flight of doves
I must be trippin, what a drug

Am I going to Heaven or Hell?
A question I have always asked myself

Brittle Bones Nicky
You were crafty and tricky
It’s said that you were gold
It’s said that you were gold!

Welcome, welcome Nicky
Welcome to heaven!

Doors open up, I was usher’d in
Hank said “good luck to ya kid”
A sign on the door, it read “fate”
Two arrows pointed, to 2 gates
I’m a shoe in, I don’t hate

God laughed right in my fucking face
“No kid, you made many mistakes
Started with the pie to Shifty’s face
Go be with your mates, scoundrels, fakes
You pay for sins in my place”
Mom looked on, without a trace
I was cast away, thrown, hell’s gate
Said “this ain’t fare, you dealt those cards,
I made the most of a terrible start”
No voice came back, laughs from the pack
Spit on my shoes, & clawed at my back

I guess I belong in hell
Is god the devil himself?

Brittle Bones Nicky
You’re not crafty or tricky
You’re a son of a bitch, you’re alone
Welcome to your new home

It was a fucking zoo, rotting in spew
Caged, a bird, bruised black and blue
Cried “I gotta get out of this place”
I heard a voice “only 1 way”
It was Ben, it’d been years
Saved him from the “3 musketeers”
Man I was happy to see his face
“I owe you one, I’ll help you out of this maze,
“Approach the devil, with venomous grace
Tell him you’ll fuck with the human race
He may let you out, as a Ghost, a pawn
To scare the shit out of who he wants
if you serve time, do despicable crimes
The “devil” might let you into heaven in time
Lines right there for you to plead, say a prayer
get on your knees”

I gotta, get outta, this hell
Would you sell your soul to save yourself?

I’m not gonna, get pushed around
I’m not going down, down, down! (Down!)
I’m not going down!

“Come on in, take a seat”
He was turned around, only saw his feet
The voice I knew, I’d just heard
He turned around, it was God, he slurred
“Surprised? Most of em’ are
I’m Mufasa, and I’m Scar”
Lily white shit gets old and trite
Now tell me why you’re in my sight”
“I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close
Banish me to the down below
I’m crafty and tricky
Millions of people dig me

Let me go back, make people crack
If I do you right, grant me a pass
To see my mom, and watch her back”

Brittle Bones Nicky
He was crafty and tricky
That son of a bitch was gold!
Ya that son of a bitch was gold!

So here I am, not quite a man
But I always got a game plan
I’ll ruffle feathers, fuck with folks
But you know me, I’m a good bloke

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