Lyrics Do The 95 - Broken Social Scene

Do The 95

You’ve got timing, you’ve got balls, you’ve got flares
You’ve got workman’s comp, it’s coming in this year
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you kill the lucky ones?
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you get them off your guard?
I control, I control, I can’t fear
I got sections of your blood I hold so dear
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you kill the lucky ones?
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you get them with their gulp?
And it’s time
And it’s time
And it’s time
And it’s time
The message here is there’s a bordering fast
It’s like disciples, they’re crawling through your chest
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you kill the lucky ones?
Oh, how’d you do it?
How’d you get em with your guns?
And it’s time
And it’s time
And it’s time
And it’s time
Go, go invent