Thee Srum Progitt (Bonus Track) Songtext
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Thee Srum Progitt (Bonus Track) Songtext
The charge has blown the last door
With pine over complaint
Well that dam′s never knew what the hell hit it
And now you just look insane
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you′re proud of it
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you′re proud of it
And then what was the answer
Of what you asked me for?
You knew all along, knew all along
Knew all along then It′s a shame that built to end you now
Staring at a blank slate of nothing
Knowing it's all been said before
Drowning in a flask of confusion
Picking up your guts off the floor
These things bleed through everything
But nothing breathes through cellophane
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I′ll finish the ride
Mopping the floor with your pride
(These things bleed through everything)
Dropping friends off at your side
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
Not prepared to say goodbye
(These things bleed through everything)
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
With pine over complaint
Well that dam′s never knew what the hell hit it
And now you just look insane
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you′re proud of it
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you′re proud of it
And then what was the answer
Of what you asked me for?
You knew all along, knew all along
Knew all along then It′s a shame that built to end you now
Staring at a blank slate of nothing
Knowing it's all been said before
Drowning in a flask of confusion
Picking up your guts off the floor
These things bleed through everything
But nothing breathes through cellophane
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I′ll finish the ride
Mopping the floor with your pride
(These things bleed through everything)
Dropping friends off at your side
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
Not prepared to say goodbye
(These things bleed through everything)
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
Writer(s): Armistead Burwell Smith, Robertdale Crow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
