Setting son you feel you've won, but your game is lost for sure
|
Oblivious to the obvious man your kickin' down, wreckin' the wrong door
|
Well I'm the same old son who forgot to hold on to
|
That which gave the power to let go
|
Too busy trying to crumble the laws of man
|
With your black lined lungs and your bread and cheese
|
The canary saves your life
|
And I've been there before, I'm wasting my time again.
|
As the scars turn into lessons boy you've been robbed
|
The bodies fell right through boy didn't you expect them to
|
Molly is screaming 'Let me out!' as the boss blacks out the window
|
Noises from the ground shake to the bone
|
Stimulants, excuses, bite the hand that wipes your ass,
|
And bitch until its time for me to go
|
Come on Prometheus take our fire
|
The Gods will rest unassured
|
The books are there for our consumption
|
Now the the ashes are scattered on the floor
|
Get up, get off your horse boy you're nothing special
|
|
-----------------
|
Sir Yes Sir
|
| The Menzingers |
