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My Foot, Your Face
03:15
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It's round one and the match
and the bell is just about to ring.
I'm hot kinda sweaty with the light beating down on my face.
Head to head I clutch my fist as the other guy talks shit
It's time to beat his face in.
Thrown down on the mat, it's just an endless story now.
That you'll have to hear about.
You gotta' get back up and embrace.
Blood splattered everywhere, what about the shit that you said back there?
That you'll have to hear about.
How would you like my foot in your face?
He's bound to miss the catch
and my arm is just about to swing.
The fear runs across you like a hit you take in disgrace.
Eye to eye I pin him down as the referee counts it.
It's time to make his day end.
Thrown down on the mat, it's just an endless story now.
That we'll have to hear about.
You gotta' get back up and embrace.
Blood splattered everywhere, what about the shit that you said back there?
That we'll have to hear about.
How would you like my foot in your face?
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And they thought they had the better half of me,
Yet they don't know how bitter hearts can be.
There's a present let's introduce the torch.
No better yet, let's leave it on her porch.
'Cause I can't break through,
'Cause I can't break through,
'Cause I can't break through, anymore
So let's rip up this script,
And throw shit at a wall hoping it will fall.
I'm so tired of this game, so let's lose our last life
Hoping it will end tonight
As they laugh I'm on the road to victory,
They'd try to climb but the hill is too steep.
There's the winner let's give him his reward.
You're a loser, let's all point at the whore.
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3. |
The Happy Song
03:22
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So let's stop, see how you feel today.
Waking up at three-thirty p.m.
Let's walk into the kitchen,
Pop open a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Smoked that shit, in my garage
As I listened to the song that I wrote the other day.
And I know, that the night isn't through
Because I still have, a dime bag.
So let's stop, see how you feel today.
Waking up a five-thirty a.m.
You got school in an hour,
Spark the flame and let's begin.
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War at Unknown
03:02
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Light in the sky,
A tension of heat over me.
I feel the smoke as it hits my eyes
And it burns.
Like a fading glimpse of the stars,
As they begin to fly.
Hello everyone that is here,
Who's trying to commence this tear.
Hello everyone and goodbye.
We're trying to stay alive.
You forgot it all,
As we left a stitch,
A fading glimpse on the mind
And it burns,
As we try to talk it's like my mouth is sewed shut
I hear my words as they die.
Hello everyone that is here,
Who's trying to commence this tear.
Hello everyone and goodbye.
We're trying to stay alive.
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Never on Time Willow Grove, Pennsylvania
Never on Time is
Andrew Kempf :
Vocals, Guitar
Tim Ball:
Vocals, Bass
Charles Gowdy: Drums
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