River of Shit
Dead birds falling at my feet
Watchwords shuffle endless and repeat
Lines blur til the lights bleeding out
And a river of shit flows when I open my mouth
Flies in the kitchen
Spies in the chiffarobe
Won't have to call me twice when it's time to go
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
Satellite running out the clock
Red eyed slowing down to make the block
White lies make for lousy company
But can't nobody play this second fiddle half as well as me
For such a small town sure got a lot of cops
Phone is ringing again
Please God make it stop
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
Hardly more than accessories
To empty promises and felonies
Trophy heads and arrow keys
And taken falls
Won't help at all
Slack jaw about fallen off my head
As I go crawling like a leper to my bed
All good things come to an end
Try as I might that rule refuses to bend
Flies in vinegar
Spies in the Dule tree
Won't have to call me twice
When it's time to leave
Here we go
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
Watchwords shuffle endless and repeat
Lines blur til the lights bleeding out
And a river of shit flows when I open my mouth
Flies in the kitchen
Spies in the chiffarobe
Won't have to call me twice when it's time to go
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
Satellite running out the clock
Red eyed slowing down to make the block
White lies make for lousy company
But can't nobody play this second fiddle half as well as me
For such a small town sure got a lot of cops
Phone is ringing again
Please God make it stop
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
Hardly more than accessories
To empty promises and felonies
Trophy heads and arrow keys
And taken falls
Won't help at all
Slack jaw about fallen off my head
As I go crawling like a leper to my bed
All good things come to an end
Try as I might that rule refuses to bend
Flies in vinegar
Spies in the Dule tree
Won't have to call me twice
When it's time to leave
Here we go
And it's one, two, three for the life of me
I can't think of
One good thing about her
That may be but any fool can plainly see
That I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
No I can't get by without her
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