STEF
When's go? / I've been sittin here / I been plotting on the world / waiting for the right right now / Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now / Flip that low life round / strip that crown / take down heads trying to wear that dead / Yeah, let me kill that / I hit it running, ain't nothing catching me, that's that / Matchless / Match to the mattress / restless / dreaming / I never believe what I'm seeing / Own world / Own yours / Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling / Sights high, eye-line low / I might crow (bangarang) / Let it go / But I've been sitting here / I've been watching / Come close caution / Cut throat, get a rope, lost em... / As if you had him in the first place / I've been a rat but I ain't never seen a cage in the worst way / I crave days where the work's play / but I can't seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay / No way / Let me demonstrate / Other s***, own way, loving it all day / Coming with the content / Coming with the nonstop
SIMS
Coiled in the grass blades make blood boil / Sling snake oil singing these are the last days / These are the things that will ease your pain / These are the keys to the pearly gates / Trade your wage and he'll learn your name / Earn your place, all it takes / They set the stakes with loaded dice / shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don't mind / I don't deal in fear, I'm so right here / so right now, they got no idea / They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope / They're comatose in warming glow, froth and foam / I can feel the storm forming though / Fate and time is all a made-up line / It's all a made-up line, it's all a state of mind
BEAK (Hook)
And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze / And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows / You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go / And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows / And the fumes head south and the earth will slow / You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go
MIKE
And it ain't October/ bak'tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back / Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch / Got a breath if nobody else sees it / Gonna starve if nobody else eats me / Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot / Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot / hmm / And it ain't all over / Nights are longer before them days get colder / Run home, little soldier / This ain't the war you're fighting it's the Red October / Ughh! / And you don't have choices / We don't either cuz we got these voices / But I'm scared when I yell / I'm selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises / So I hold my own / Hold my word, keep my sword in stone / I swear I'm getting it all wrong / not the end of the world just the end to this song
CECIL
And it goes... Thanks for the invite / Thanks for the memories / Thanks for the insight / We pray that you'll never leave / We'll tell stories by a maglite (never leave) / We're gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave) / And every morning, noon and midnight / we'll be torn and bruised from fistfights / May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces / ...so lets take flight / We've been a part of the chain for so long / Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong / We've been a part for a day and wrote songs about / and we could go on about it / But, the long and the short is... / we got no shortage / We got our pain on payroll / paint on the canvas with the face of an angel (Hook)
When's go? / I've been sittin here / I been plotting on the world / waiting for the right right now / Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now / Flip that low life round / strip that crown / take down heads trying to wear that dead / Yeah, let me kill that / I hit it running, ain't nothing catching me, that's that / Matchless / Match to the mattress / restless / dreaming / I never believe what I'm seeing / Own world / Own yours / Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling / Sights high, eye-line low / I might crow (bangarang) / Let it go / But I've been sitting here / I've been watching / Come close caution / Cut throat, get a rope, lost em... / As if you had him in the first place / I've been a rat but I ain't never seen a cage in the worst way / I crave days where the work's play / but I can't seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay / No way / Let me demonstrate / Other s***, own way, loving it all day / Coming with the content / Coming with the nonstop
SIMS
Coiled in the grass blades make blood boil / Sling snake oil singing these are the last days / These are the things that will ease your pain / These are the keys to the pearly gates / Trade your wage and he'll learn your name / Earn your place, all it takes / They set the stakes with loaded dice / shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don't mind / I don't deal in fear, I'm so right here / so right now, they got no idea / They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope / They're comatose in warming glow, froth and foam / I can feel the storm forming though / Fate and time is all a made-up line / It's all a made-up line, it's all a state of mind
BEAK (Hook)
And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze / And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows / You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go / And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows / And the fumes head south and the earth will slow / You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go
MIKE
And it ain't October/ bak'tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back / Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch / Got a breath if nobody else sees it / Gonna starve if nobody else eats me / Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot / Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot / hmm / And it ain't all over / Nights are longer before them days get colder / Run home, little soldier / This ain't the war you're fighting it's the Red October / Ughh! / And you don't have choices / We don't either cuz we got these voices / But I'm scared when I yell / I'm selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises / So I hold my own / Hold my word, keep my sword in stone / I swear I'm getting it all wrong / not the end of the world just the end to this song
CECIL
And it goes... Thanks for the invite / Thanks for the memories / Thanks for the insight / We pray that you'll never leave / We'll tell stories by a maglite (never leave) / We're gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave) / And every morning, noon and midnight / we'll be torn and bruised from fistfights / May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces / ...so lets take flight / We've been a part of the chain for so long / Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong / We've been a part for a day and wrote songs about / and we could go on about it / But, the long and the short is... / we got no shortage / We got our pain on payroll / paint on the canvas with the face of an angel (Hook)