accustomed to opium
you have got to find amusement in observing the details
lawyers, cops and addicts
fall along the running river and i'm counting the days now
suck at self-expression
gotta write it in a song and cover up with a blanket
what does it really matter
absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing at all
bloodshot eyes half asleep in disguise
smokin too much tweek will leave you shrivled and dry
smile for the camera and show us your teeth
baby baby baby baby baby
no sense in speculation
instill a little fear and you control a nation
trippin thru adolecence
never seeing past the wall of your sorry existence
oh yeah and getting older
everybody following the steps before ya
don't believe in flying saucers
it's not about the ufos but all about freedom
credits
from shoulda, woulda, coulda,
track released July 26, 2011
Zack Walters - vocals, guitars
Jack Hale - drums
Simon Short - bass, backing vocals
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