Hot Water on Wool (Reprise)

Lyrics
[Verse: Jon Mess] Let's take some time to reflect and restart We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts A crippled man with his mangled hands Looks at the blonde with her hideous orange fake tan Decide, decide, decide Who thinks that I, that I am out of line For being sober, finding four-leaf clovers Lawn mowers and truck towers, so lucky all of the time Decide, decide, decide I've got a mind and it's weighing me down Twenty-eight pounds and lucky for me, so lucky for me I'll never see that bitch again [Chorus: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess, Kurt Travis & Jon Mess] And so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn And so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn [Outro: Kurt Travis & Jon Mess] Nobody's home Nobody's home Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture, I– well, I've lied (We're going in new directions) Well, I've lied with a fantastic picture, I– well, I've lied (From sleeping away the century) Well, let's start from the beginning right now I'd do that if you weren't so impatient (We're going in new directions) Well, I'll stop you and give me the time of day It's so sad, I've got no more lines to read (From sleeping away the century)
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Credits
- Writers
- Will Swan
- Matt Mingus
- Kurt Travis
- Jon Mess