Dirty Stop Out

Dirty stop out on the run

I did the walk of shame in the blazing sun

After rolling over and playing dead

Leaving lipstick marks across your bed

This whack attack upon my back

Is the kiss of death right in the sack

I'm aiming high, you're living low

On my marks, getting ready to blow

Oh, oh, oh, oh, this isn't me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's just the vultures in my head

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

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Unthinkable complexity

Lines of life arranged in the non-space of the mind

Unthinkable complexity

Lines of life arranged in the non-space of the mind

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Check this out

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, this isn't me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's just the vultures in my head

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Dirty stop out on the run

Check this out

Check this out

Unthinkable complexity

Lines of life arranged in the non-space of the mind

Unthinkable complexity