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letra de fattest kid in the world fights grandma for front seat - cattle drums

[verse 1]
and i am
the barely operating portion of this orphan fist-fight
the kites in the tree again good thing i tied
chainsaws to it
the ones who know the words but bite their tongues like pitbulls do children you’re the murderers
and i’m a murderer
and i’ve been a murderer
since i was born
and now i’ll commit myself
to train tracks with wet cement
well don’t you want to speak in voices more than soundbites? don’t you want to be the voice
that says “i’m free”
don’t you want to hang from clouds but not hang yourself?
oh i’m a little bit of you but i’m a whole lot of me
sick of fitting in with k!llers
sick of filling in for surgеons
when the emеrgency is me

[verse 2]
kids
someday you’ll be buried in what you’re digging
but there’s one final breath you can have it if you want it
like blowing dust off an old toy
we’ll blow these lids off our coffins
my pants are rolled up so i can wade in your blood
[verse 2]
my pants are rolled up so i can wade
and i’ll let you run
but i won’t let you get that far
let you run
but i won’t let you get that far
who c-cked the gun with the canopy aching?
who c-cked the gun in an edible hurricane?
who c-cked the gun with the canopy aching?
aching

[verse 2]
i’ll
stand
on a cardboard stump and lose the attitude
give up on strengthening your shadow
when the light is on your neck
give up on
yourself
t–thing on ornaments or a kiss?
living long
enough to see
your blood quench thirst

[verse 3]
bid on dead eels
what a pain in my neck
so we can swim
so we can
black bears love
to sleep
and live
bid on dead eels
what a pain in my neck
so we can swim
so we can
black bears dead
in pickup trucks
with hiccups
[verse 4]
there wasn’t much we could do
with the pair of paws we carved out from history
the pallets were stacked too high
and you just burned like a bonfire
bodies are funny like that (bodies are funny like that)
bodies are funny like that
heave-ho
buckshot in my left front pocket
it’s moody, it’s shifty, it’s prouder than i’ll ever be
and that’s the thing with me and you
yeah i’m pushing sixty
you’re just a bitter boy
and on that day
all our saws
carving out

[outro]
i’ll do the driving (back that truck)
into the back of my head my head
i’ll do the driving (back that truck)
into the back of my head my head
i’ll do the driving
back that truck
into the back of my head my head
i’ll do the driving (back that truck)
into the back of my head my head

- cattle drums

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