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Yeah!
I was picked the last round
Fallen rotten to the ground, comin' through
I rejected what I knew
Cause I just don't believe or trust you
Oh, I will meet you half the distance,
Greet you when I'm comin' to.
I've got a plague on my head,
From the night when I went by you?
Alright!
I talk a real mean line,
You never know that it was a crime
I live to smell your lies,
That make me stop breathin'
Yeah, Yeah, hang my failure (x3)
Yeah, Yeah, you know me by name...
Drop Out!
I think about what I did wrong,
Cause I don't belong here with you
I fell pray to the game,
Where your passin' all your blame on you know who
It will greet you half the distance,
Meet you and you will pull through?
I've got a one track mind,
Of the derailed kind
And burnin, too!
I talk a real mean line,
You never know that it was a crime
I live to smell your lies,
Make me stop breathin'
Yeah, Yeah, hang my failure (x7)
Yeah, Yeah, you told me about?
Drop Out!
- Álbum:
- VINTAGE PISS
- All Systems Go, Vol. 3
- R.I.P.
- Miscellaneous
- R.I.P. (Live)
- Circa: Now!
- Circa: Now! +4
- Group Sounds
- RFTC
- Scream, Dracula, Scream!
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 22
- Live from Camp X-Ray
- Paint as a Fragrance
- On a Rope
- How We Rock
- SRH Presents: Lose Your Illusion 1
- Turn on Tune Out
- Alternator
- Desert Blue
- Untitled 3