He's a busted main line,
But you ought to hear him out...
Bleeding fortified wine,
Out of the injury that I call my mouth.
Trying to insult
Some crazy fucker, from the south,
Whose arrow comes to pick me out.

And so, I'm waiting, for a shot of white noise...
I don’t want to hear no stupid screaming, little half-assed, middle-class, boy...
Because I've got a headache,
And I'm already full of useless stories
Arrow, come pick me out

Because I've got a headache,
And I'm already full of these useless stories
So arrow, come on, pick me out
Arrow, come on, pick me out
A broken arrow


Lyrics submitted by lost_in_twlight, edited by quantitasfacitvenenum, Jate

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