Lyrics Making A Mess - Glue

Making A Mess

I stand in salute to the last guns to shoot
The dirt off the end of these ripped up boots
Tied, tight, for flight if needed
Indeed my plights been guided through the past and greeted by
The narrow path with wide angles
We burn from the light of a solitary candle
Left on, till dawn breaks it’s head
I rather hit snooze and let the tired rest under the bed
The boogeyman laughs at his own existance
Characters reaching out from the small town distance
You missed it, sorry that i said it
Usually, my tom foolery is only for the hardheaded
With knuckles to bare and stories to share
From the infants in the game, veterans in rocking chairs
Telling me how the days of old
Have suddenly vanished with all this glitter and gold
Someday i’ll write a classic
Sureshot make your world fantastic
Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest
Release the scream, we’re making a mess
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
I tells pops not worry, it’s a temporary fix
We live life to die or die trying to get rich
It’s all the same no matter how you throw the dice
You get snake eyes, hear the same thing twice
One plus one equals 2, much time on your hands
Kick the habit for the supply and demand
Now’s the moment to recruit your neighbors
Seperate the rookies from the players in the majors
Hit hard, stick fast, give your neck whiplash
It’s all gonna change once these checks get cashed
But the money is gone as quick as it appears
The oppisite ideology of our careers
The past is gone, realize and move on
The pioneers got us here and we can’t do them wrong
If they could move suburbs with words from the ghetto
Then the vibe is still traveling through jazz, folk, and metal
Someday i’ll write a classic
Kill a beat to have six carry the casket
Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest
Release the scream, we’re making a mess
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Kick down the door, break the glass ceiling with the four four
Tight enough to tip the odds and even the score
Me and the music go back to being children
We used to fight for fun now it’s all business
Flashing peace signs while blasting kool g rap
Sometimes the road to riches looks just like that
Image of cyphers, in the freezing night
Standing outside the show in the circle of life
Bright lights shining eternal from the city of chi
To the new hamp state of mind in autumnal skies
Hear it the devils cry, fear it in the heavy sigh
Something’s got to give, so i’m giving all to get mine
Mid twenties superstar
Never had a credit card
To live debt free in these clubs and bars
1000 mile trips, make your head do backflips
Moving the crowd like this takes years of practice
Someday i’ll write a classic
Sureshot make your world fantastic
Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest
Release the scream, we’re making a mess
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Someday i’ll write a classic
Kill a beat to have six carry the casket
Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest
Release the scream, we’re making a mess
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life
Dance till your death
Move with all of your life