Maybe When I Die Then I’ll Meet Elvis Stone Sour

Yeah!

Slippin' the vein, and gimme the vein and give me the-
Bitches and birds And backers are back
And what the fuck
In a life time, people do it all the time
Scary shit that I face, I face, I face
Someone's gonna make another enemy
Someone's gonna make another friend of me
Take, take, take all you can
Cos a message from God and it's another dead man

Maybe when I die then I'll meet Elvis?
Til then no, no
Maybe then I'll get an explanation?
Til then no, no

Scrapin' the trap and gimme the crap
And wanted just, it's easy to hear
I'm cutting it dear, It's ludicrous
In the air in the down-down-down-downtown parking lot, Parties are always found

Someone had to call to make an enemy
Someone had to call to make a friend of me
And if it's dead then it's run out of uses
The only way to get rid of excuses