| Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
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| Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
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| The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn’t take flight, brass
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| knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
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| traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.
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| What do you do when there’s nowhere to go? |
| Empty pools and punk
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| rock shows, after that nobody knows and the sun goes down and the
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| streetlights glow. |
| We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust
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| with the punk rock south day girls screaming lyrics at us. |
| From the
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| backseat kicking up dust to the sound of the only people we can trust.
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| Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, i’m all fucked up the
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| moon’s just a sliver yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
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| like the lining of the clouds that conceal the killers.
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| The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
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| of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
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| we’re gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
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| Yea, The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
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| of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
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| we’re gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
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| Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay.
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| Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay.
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| The gangs tried to kill us but we wouldn’t take flight, brass
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| knuckles and rusty knives keep the wolves at bay, and we pray from
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| traffic downtown, turn it up and take me away.
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| The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
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| of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
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| we’re gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
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| Yea, The streets aren’t safe when the winds start blowing, in the eye
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| of the storm the blood starts flowing, we’re gathering bricks and
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| we’re gonna start throwing them at you (We'll throw them at you)
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| Kick us when we’re down we’re not going away, we’re the stray dogs that
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| chase you the ones that betray you. |
| And wild through the streets
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| and sleep with the decay of all that you have left us like fit disarray
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| Out of control and you’ve shivered my timbers, tell us to shut up
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| and we’ll give you the finger, yea silence is golden but duct tape is silver
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| silence is golden but duct tape is silver OBEY! |