Lyrics

You've been rotting with a bad tooth It's from all those "its not my faults" Quit trying at the cleaners like there's no tomorrow You wish you were outside Sleeping in the meadows But you're glued to your bike And your shirt is ripping And you're gambling straight and narrow Rotting with a bad tooth From all those "its not my faults" Quit drying at the cleaners like there's no tomorrow You wish you were outside Sleeping in the meadows But you're glued to your bike And your shirt is ripping And you're gambling straight and narrow I am going to unleash the hounds Your legs are standing still You'll never get to run I'm not like this