I know this road like the back of my head.
The night is long as sure as a tail light is red.
Everyone is fast asleep and nothing's keeping me awake.
The night closes into the day or so it seems, seamlessly.
And all I can think is "fuck, if we could write
Transitions that flowed like that,
I wouldn't have to bust my balls and break my back."
Bust my balls and break my back.
Bust my balls and break my back.
And what's worse,
What is worse is my mother's geared towards a heart attack.
And I know that if I could write shit as crushing as that fact,
I wouldn't have to bust so many heads,
And I could sleep on my back.
Leave all my friends and pack my life in a sac.
Work for bounced checks and spend all my cash.
I know this music like the back of my hand.
And the night is long as sure as tail lights are red.
The next time we come here,
We'll drain the life from the land.
Burn the trees and salt the ground.
You can find my ethics are in the lost and found.
Wear them if you want, but they're worn in the crotch,
From gripping my balls like I don't give a fuck.


Lyrics submitted by jessieee, edited by cory111685

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