Like I didn't know it Choking on the pulp of it Semper fi You kept me on your long line Tugging in the whole time Keep shining on And that silent head grip Can't do it no more The honey bin The bunny's in Is telling you there's a countdown Oh, damn your eyes To add that one a long time Sitting on a strip line Said it will be a tall climb Said that we could go back Said that we could go find Terra-forming! Said that you were coke blind Drinking in dramnesic Tore out at the comrade That's a comrade, making a comrade offer That Ticonderoga's shit Made my mind and my heart all split up over The floor of the jackpot There's a floor to the jackpot Where'd you rise? You don't even lie to me no more They say you ain't a comrade Still, I'd know you'd come back For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down a fortress now Standing out in public Stained with your conscience I know that you love me You are just lawless, son Give it another fortnight Eye to eye the culprit Just rid the fucking pulpit I ain't giving you another full ride Underneath the combine Said it didn't bump you right Habitual falling right?
Written by: Christopher Michael Rosenau, Daniel Thomas Spack, Jonathan Edmund Mueller, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Matthew David Skemp, Thomas John Wincek
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