The Bit Just Chokes Them Songtext
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The Bit Just Chokes Them Songtext
Here′s a new recruit with mood confusion
His racing thoughts should be of more
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
(We are not leaving him frozen)
Here's your marriage vows
It′s a sweat ring around your black and blue collar
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
To reconfirm his old beliefs
Make the turn towards apathy or regret
So you could just roll the interstate
Blackberry for your supplement
What does it matter to you?
Or does it matter to you?
In the end, all your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It's just a harnessed grin
And a fist just chokes them with regret
Skirting half alive
Lifeline like a dead line to achieve relief
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
(We all beg and beg to spin)
But here's to the year they break us in
Here′s to the year they break us
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
To carve away his old mistakes
Make a clean precision break from regret
Or you could just roll the interstate
Go and get the walkout outfit
What does it matter to you?
Or does the passion slaughter you?
Down your drain
All your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It′s just a harnessed grin
And a fist just chokes them with regret
His racing thoughts should be of more
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
(We are not leaving him frozen)
Here's your marriage vows
It′s a sweat ring around your black and blue collar
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
To reconfirm his old beliefs
Make the turn towards apathy or regret
So you could just roll the interstate
Blackberry for your supplement
What does it matter to you?
Or does it matter to you?
In the end, all your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It's just a harnessed grin
And a fist just chokes them with regret
Skirting half alive
Lifeline like a dead line to achieve relief
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
(We all beg and beg to spin)
But here's to the year they break us in
Here′s to the year they break us
(If he needs more time, give him more time)
To carve away his old mistakes
Make a clean precision break from regret
Or you could just roll the interstate
Go and get the walkout outfit
What does it matter to you?
Or does the passion slaughter you?
Down your drain
All your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It′s just a harnessed grin
And a fist just chokes them with regret
Writer(s): Tim James Kasher, Theodore James Stevens, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Clinton Frederick Schnase, Stephen Joseph Pedersen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
