Lyrics

I'll believe it when you show up with a corpse in your hands One'll do it but I'm sure you've got a shortage of plans Hit the clear pen, getcha racks on, make the most of our night If you show up but forget to put tracks on ill keep us all from starting a fight I'm barely sorry that i scared everyone off when i snapped It's easier just being alone not to worry bout that Adult swim, staying up and wasting my life, i don't give a shit As long as i can have some fun every once in a while i guess its all worth it