And if your fist pumped like a piston
I’d drink up this whole river system

Arm the kids in the Christmas sweaters
The ones they stole from the pets and neighbours

Your garments could melt my sorry heart
I lost my shoes at the city park

Went home alone
So make your hat into a home
And drag your skin around your bones

Fair-weather friends please be prepared
These awkward stints will never end

We’ll attack from the grass with our swollen feet
To wallpaper over your vending machines

And we pass out on the black top
And border all the bus stops

On go we’ll deploy with the 123
This whole city was a decoy of tinfoil everythings

And we’ll pass out on the black top
We’ll border all the bus stops

But our catch phrases never caught on
Our patented moves they just moved on

Lyrics submitted by stayfreshstaycool

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