Lyrics Selling Drugs from Your Mom's Condo - Drug Church

Selling Drugs from Your Mom's Condo

Parking lot of Cumberland Farms, the gamma bomb wasteland!
Roll a stolen car, crush your ribs in!
Flip the raised truck, your chest gives in
Headlong to the gas pump, cash your chips in
Front yard, drunk cops, powder blocks, that old dirty business
Isn’t it time for a move?
Isn’t it time to leave the brown panorama of a shithole behind?
Isn’t it time for a move?
I think so, I really think so
Because when you hit the glass, the skin comes next and (trust me son) that’s
nobody’s idea of cool
Parking lot of Cumberland Farms, the gamma bomb wasteland!
Roll a stolen car, crush your ribs in!
Flip the raised truck, your chest gives in
Headlong to the gas pump, cash your chips in
Front yard, drunk cops, powder blocks, that old dirty business
And so…
There’s hidden fees on the easy way out
A pig’s lips attached to the spout
Leaking gas throughout the house
A lit match for when in doubt
Hidden fees on the easy way out
A pig’s lips attached to the spout
Leaking gas throughout the house
A lit match for when in doubt
Hidden fees on the easy way out
A pig’s lips attached to the spout
Leaking gas throughout the house
A lit match for when in doubt