you got the sideways grip i뭢 about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttin?
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun you뭨e just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it뭩 a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and it뭩 full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
we뭨e the cream of the crop and you뭨e the cream of the corn crash
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but we뭭e
got the
butter to let your mud slide you뭨e slippin?on down for the test of time
so
i뭢 pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettin?served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
you뭨e out of
commission you뭨e tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your head뭩
in a bucket that뭩 ringing with laughter
you got the sideways grip i뭢 about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttin?
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun you뭨e just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it뭩 a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and it뭩 full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
we뭨e the cream of the crop and you뭨e the cream of the corn crash
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but we뭭e
got the
butter to let your mud slide you뭨e slippin?on down for the test of time
so
i뭢 pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettin?served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
you뭨e out of
commission you뭨e tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your head뭩
in a bucket that뭩 ringing with laughter
you got the sideways grip i뭢 about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttin?
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun you뭨e just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it뭩 a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and it뭩 full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
we뭨e the cream of the crop and you뭨e the cream of the corn crash
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but we뭭e
got the
butter to let your mud slide you뭨e slippin?on down for the test of time
so
i뭢 pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettin?served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
you뭨e out of
commission you뭨e tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your head뭩
in a bucket that뭩 ringing with laughter