This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
A round of Russian roulette
played with fortune cookies
Break it open; see what you get
Does it count if I put it back
and pick a new one in its place?
I like this one much better
It’s more of what I want to hear
Reread it again over another drink
I can’t help but think I’ve wasted
All of my time here on this
and all I’ve got to show
are cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t help but think I’m wasted
To spend all this time here
and all that I can show
are cookie crumbs and paper cuts
So I convince myself of
the truth behind my fortune
You know a cookie never lies
It’s one of a few good friends
Tells me that soon I’ll be better off
and that I’ll forget about you
But for now I’ll sit and pout
in a Chinese restaurant downtown
I can’t believe that I’ve wasted
all my time pining over you
Behind my defensive line of bottles
cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t believe how wasted I am
I’ve spent hours inside this place
Fumbling over papers in my hands
covered with cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t help but think I’m wasted
putting my trust into a cookie
I don’t like what this one says
Disregard it like all the rest
Living my life at the whim of cookies
It’s fortune cookie Russian roulette
but if I lose I won’t wind up dead
Just goes in the bottle with the rest
played with fortune cookies
Break it open; see what you get
Does it count if I put it back
and pick a new one in its place?
I like this one much better
It’s more of what I want to hear
Reread it again over another drink
I can’t help but think I’ve wasted
All of my time here on this
and all I’ve got to show
are cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t help but think I’m wasted
To spend all this time here
and all that I can show
are cookie crumbs and paper cuts
So I convince myself of
the truth behind my fortune
You know a cookie never lies
It’s one of a few good friends
Tells me that soon I’ll be better off
and that I’ll forget about you
But for now I’ll sit and pout
in a Chinese restaurant downtown
I can’t believe that I’ve wasted
all my time pining over you
Behind my defensive line of bottles
cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t believe how wasted I am
I’ve spent hours inside this place
Fumbling over papers in my hands
covered with cookie crumbs and paper cuts
I can’t help but think I’m wasted
putting my trust into a cookie
I don’t like what this one says
Disregard it like all the rest
Living my life at the whim of cookies
It’s fortune cookie Russian roulette
but if I lose I won’t wind up dead
Just goes in the bottle with the rest
Lyrics submitted by DetroiToledo
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