The Shit That You Hate Bomb the Music Industry!
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[Verse 1]
My telephone's been abuzz all morning
And I don't know who is trying to get through
I did some shit that I should have done smarter
But they get away with everything
So I thought I could get away, I thought I could get away too
[Verse 2]
Down in the gulf there's a black sea-monster
And my crime ain't huge, a world-tattered cube
That I didn't affix with a shiny new sticker
Go swallow the summer and choke on the fumes
Because they get away with everything that they do
[Chorus 1]
So hold onto your home, it's shaky, I know
But if you flee, trash will follow
Home, onto your home, it's shaky, I know
But if you flee, trash will follow
The winds that you left in your wake and you'll fall down again
[Verse 3]
Oh, the office called, you're in deep, deep trouble
The shit you're afraid of has made you hateful
And you're letting on, tired eyes, all spiteful
And nobody cares, we all got sorrows
My telephone's been abuzz all morning
And I don't know who is trying to get through
I did some shit that I should have done smarter
But they get away with everything
So I thought I could get away, I thought I could get away too
[Verse 2]
Down in the gulf there's a black sea-monster
And my crime ain't huge, a world-tattered cube
That I didn't affix with a shiny new sticker
Go swallow the summer and choke on the fumes
Because they get away with everything that they do
[Chorus 1]
So hold onto your home, it's shaky, I know
But if you flee, trash will follow
Home, onto your home, it's shaky, I know
But if you flee, trash will follow
The winds that you left in your wake and you'll fall down again
[Verse 3]
Oh, the office called, you're in deep, deep trouble
The shit you're afraid of has made you hateful
And you're letting on, tired eyes, all spiteful
And nobody cares, we all got sorrows
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