Bring back the guns
The Family Name
incompetent but game, too much name to drop
her mother was a mugger, father was a cop
and we don't know - we don't know how we don't know how to make ourselves stop
we crush the warning labels
we find we are unable
to spot the differences between all of these different people
but..
when did it get so crowded?
what can you do about it?
you think you're speaking but as for me i have my doubts
me i have my doubts me i have my doubts
me i have my doubts me i have my doubts
i have my doubts
i have my doubts
me i have my doubts
huddled in the bleachers
selling beer and bonus features
as her mother reminisces
sucking bullets, blowing kisses
in five minutes, she'll surrender
when her husband apprehends her
Letras de canciones
on a table, in a chair
with no clue how we got there
and no idea what to think
eyes will roll and heads will blink
but when they fall on us we know that in five minutes
we just gotta go, we just gotta go
we jsut gotta go, we just gotta go
i just gotta go, i just gotta go
i just gotta go, we just gotta - before they skin us alive, before they skin me alive
before they skin it alive, before they skin us alive
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