well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear
a treat for all these problems
they can't find you for
Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming
the bottom the earth i have to fall
but you really
silver scents of Saint Augustine
fire in the ground
between my better
I'm shaking awful...
I'm shaking, asshole
and where's the remote?
its gonna fall
I'm coming up only
To hold you under
I'm coming up only
To
Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball
There was country
I got you arrested because
The party come and gone
I am
Hey do you really know
Hate you because
Go tippy toe
And shut
