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Ask Her for Adderall / Cheyenne Sunrise / Two Handed Handshake Lyrics

Lyrics to Ask Her For Adderall :
If she asks, don't I'll tell her that I'm living hand-to-mouth.
Don't tell her I've been sleeping on your couch.
If she asks just tell her that we opened for the Stones,
It's her favourite band except for the Ramones.
If she happens to suggest
A love based on trust and respect,
Tell I've been wasted since last week.
If she wants to stop on by,
Tell her that I almost died.
Tell her I ain't seein' people yet.
But see if she'll send cigarettes.

If she asks don't tell her 'bout the bloodshed in the streets,
The less she knows, the less she can repeat.
If she happens to bring up
The pin p***** and the throwin' up,
Tell her it's just part of growin' up.
If she wants to get involved,
Tell her to stay in St. Paul.
Tell her I'm not up to takin' calls,
Ask her for some Adderall.

Now Holly won't say hi to me
'Cause I'm in love with my anxiety

If she asks just tell her that we're too far gone to deal.
She should know exactly how that feels.
If she wants a scene report,
Don't tell her 'bout the kicked in doors.
Tell her we ain't even keeping score no more.
If she wants to help the cause,
Tell her we need sterile gauze.
Tell her she should look through all her medicine
And see if she's got Klonopins

Now Charlemagne don't seem the same
He's skinny, scared, and off his game
He's been hiding from those gentlemen
With the same tattoos as Gideon

Lyrics to Cheyenne Sunrise :
When I left I wasn't thinking
That I wasn't coming home
But first Al Green
And then Barry White
Convinced me not to go

And I didn't come home for fighting
I came to bandage up my hand
And if you're gonna talk to me like that
Then I'll just go back out again

Wipe that chip right off your shoulder
We ain't getting any younger
Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things they seem much harder
Some other things stay soft

We're tipping over in the taprooms
We're shooting through the ceiling
We're dying in the bathrooms
And we're living
For that one sweet, fleeting feeling
I know my cough sounds awful
Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe
But I'm glad it's just my body
I do my business on the street

We ain't getting any younger
Tomorrow night we'll be that much older
Some kids are growing awkward
And some kids are going off
We're f******** the punch bowl
We're feeding from the trough

There's nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise
To make us has-beens feel too old

I'm with the Christian soldiers
We're gonna bash right through your borders
I bet your next party gets sketchy
I saw the new kids nodding off

Some things are getting bigger
Some things are falling off
Some things seem much harder
Some other things stay soft

Lyrics to Two Handed Handshake :
His two handed handshake
Says he's so glad to meet you
His one silver earring
Says he parties on weekends

He churns through the channels
When he's watching the TV
He recites lines from movies
When he's trying to be funny

Guys, it's like we're not even trying

Yeah, she danced with that one guy
She must know we're watching
It seems like less people
Than were here just last weekend
She's still pretty p*****
About her ex's new trick
There were stares
And glares and names

Girls, you know you're not really helping

I don't think that you'll find love
In some bathroom at some club
I know some kids who didn't come back

We had First Ave. on Fridays
We're pirates at port
We go in and we get high,
Two at a time
We get drunk on the sports

We're falling into bed
With our television sets
We're watching movies
That we've already seen

Guys, it's like we're not even trying

You dress like contestants
At some desparate paegent
You fall asleep in your makeup
You wake up with a blemish

You're making up your mind
About the drinks after work
It's such a gossipy office

Girls, you're gonna find someone

You don't have to rush it
You're too young to force your crushes
You don't have to rush it
You're too young to fake your crushes

Oooh

Guys, I'm pretty sure that we can put it back together
And girls, you gotta try to be nice to one another

Guys, I'm pretty sure that we can put it back together
And girls, you gotta try to be nice to one another

I don't think we'll get the truth
From kids with stickers on their boots
I know some kids who didn't come back
From the plywood painted black

We gotta try a little harder
We gotta be a little better
We gotta pull it back together
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