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[Verse 1]
Me and Tom Waits listening to Kurt Cobain
Sipping cheap starbursts tryna murk the pain
And hurt the game our lane's unpaved
Insane the gravel hurts our toes
As we thwart the shame
Of our past indiscretions
Living like weapons
I'm cocked like a hammer 'til I find a new direction
And this life coughs some answers up, I keep guessing
Life is just a curse but they tell me it's a blessing
I don't believe 'em for shit, I'm bleeding from fists
So many holes in the wall can't even spackle the shit
Tear the whole shit down, throw some new drywall up
Even then we on edge so don't eyeball us
Or get dealt with—no notepad and no felt tip
One man army and I'm on 'em 'til the bell hits
Even way after, headphones blasting
Finding my religion while I'm living like a bastard
And I don't need a pastor, I need another drink please
Heart like a lion while their shit is like a Twinkie
Don't even think please about our rag coming down
Black Paisley is how you know I'll never dumb it down
[Hook]
So put them flags up
If you're the boss you're Tony Danza
Not Samantha, not Angela
If you're the boss, where's your mansion
No Mona, no Lisa, I'm Homer, the Greek one
My Oddyssey keeps repeating
I might fail but still not cheating
Me and Tom Waits listening to Kurt Cobain
Sipping cheap starbursts tryna murk the pain
And hurt the game our lane's unpaved
Insane the gravel hurts our toes
As we thwart the shame
Of our past indiscretions
Living like weapons
I'm cocked like a hammer 'til I find a new direction
And this life coughs some answers up, I keep guessing
Life is just a curse but they tell me it's a blessing
I don't believe 'em for shit, I'm bleeding from fists
So many holes in the wall can't even spackle the shit
Tear the whole shit down, throw some new drywall up
Even then we on edge so don't eyeball us
Or get dealt with—no notepad and no felt tip
One man army and I'm on 'em 'til the bell hits
Even way after, headphones blasting
Finding my religion while I'm living like a bastard
And I don't need a pastor, I need another drink please
Heart like a lion while their shit is like a Twinkie
Don't even think please about our rag coming down
Black Paisley is how you know I'll never dumb it down
[Hook]
So put them flags up
If you're the boss you're Tony Danza
Not Samantha, not Angela
If you're the boss, where's your mansion
No Mona, no Lisa, I'm Homer, the Greek one
My Oddyssey keeps repeating
I might fail but still not cheating
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