Letras
I been looking for a new side gig when the lights out
Birds of a feather, together we gonna fly south
Time out, cause I don't even wanna try now
Max out the game and it's looking like now I'm out
Years past, honed the craft, second life a night owl
But now it's like meh, I got nothing left to write 'bout
Might put it all down like fuck it, walk away
I don't wanna talk today, go suck on a ball grenade
Like go fuck off all the way, a fuck you holiday
Wonder how it's gone astray, small chance that I'm gonna stay
Like, you ever feel betrayed by your own mind?
Enslaved by your own life, dismayed by your own kind?
Take a page from this weary soul's long book
Read it thorough, give every word a strong look
Proved that destiny could fail, never meant to be so frail
Wrong choices every turn, marching off of the known trail
Oh well, it's getting time to buckle down the sail
Like a snail that fucking drowned in it's own shell
Huh, left out, rainy days, then the mold grows
Burn it all to hell with the ozone, oh no
Until it burns cold and the snow froze
Then it's time to go, get the rowboats, yo
Cold sweats, wake up screaming Sheriff Lobo
Once the mind goes it's a no go, oh