Lyrics

We are the Fall Northern white crap that talks back We are not black, tall No boxes for us Do not fuck us We are frigid stars We were spitting We were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!" As if from heaven Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Sucker No stars in the zone I stay at home I live on snacks Potatoes in packs I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone The years go in circles The years go in circles Hopes goes, I'm gone Smoke comes, i go I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone A Spurs fan, a warrior Happy no-hoper Dull, manage I think slow I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Blow