The Plot to Bomb the Panhandle

I've learned to let go

Come on

Here's a middle finger

Coming straight from oca-l-a

I appreciate your judgement

It's proved that I can't trust a word you say

Those must be some pair of binoculars

That you see every move I make

So I'll never be a liar

But you'll always be two-faced

You'll get what's coming to you

You're blinded by your instincts

I'm not your fucking game

I'm not so easily beat

I'm looking down at this mess that you've made

And I can't believe that I stayed

So unhappy for so long

Where did I go wrong?

I've got to get out of this

My hand is on the handle

We're leaving everything behind

Goodbye for a lifetime

I'll rip that scandalous bitch in two

We'll bring the noise

Try to pretend that I never even knew your name

'Cause everything you are disgusts me

(Too bad I can't turn back time)

So I wouldn't be here

What I'd give for you to disappear

So tell me girly how's your edge?

You've got nothing better to do

I know why you can't see straight

I thought you were better than this

But you're just like everyone else

I'm looking down at this mess that you've made

And I can't believe that I stayed

So unhappy for so long

Where did I go wrong?

I've got to get out of this

My hand is on the handle

We're leaving everything behind

Goodbye for a lifetime

I'll make my stand

Right here with my friends

I'll make my stand

Right here with my friends

I'll make my stand

Right here with my friends

I'll make my stand

Right here with my friends

I'll make my stand

Right here with my friends

Get low

Now I know who my friends are

I'm never coming home