Lyrics:
Bomb The Music Industry Scrambles

I know what it looks like, the ship?s not capsizing. The driver?s just drunk or asleep at the wheel. The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over

rather break three strings a song then stick to a routine like I?m ripe for the picking after growing on a tree and then talk about the industry, cross

You took a little every day until I didn?t have shit. Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit, just a letter on a fridge that I got from

other out, okay? Even twenty bucks could have fixed this up. A gesture. SOMETHING. We?ll feel super posi when there?s sugar in your gas tank, stink bombs

I put all my books in a box to put them in a concrete cube and underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxes I?ll get in one too. I just threw out another

The city subway stations never glisten. The gates rise up like they belong in prison. And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one

We can?t forget 3,000 lives. We got the flag to prove it. We got the sticker and the bracelet. We got a list of specials and we set the DVR so we won