Lyrics
Itching my head stay strung
I'm rocking foot soles with fat holes just for fun
While I'm stomping to parade, slightly checked out
What I'm hoping to take way is moving more or less at a degenerate pace
Yeah
Battened up, but I ain't nobody
I'm slanging hate for fun
Death to this sick sense in me
And any fellow pretense
For I'm cutting ties with everything I prize
What I'm hoping to take way is some sequence
While I'm stomping to parade
In living pretense, don't forgot to
I'll batten up my decency, won't hurt you
Got me moving more
I get around slanging a bad case of a walking flu
For any punk bigot caught bagging on my form
I'll abide
Is anybody else killing the vibe, or am I the only one in the room?
This dream's, a dread long batting of mind
So lemme sock it to you
Oh-oh, this nothing high won't come down
I don't wanna be a tool anymore
So keep my better half screwed in the floor
I don't wanna be a tool anymore
The means, the drive, the fight for rapport
I've done packed up suitcase, I'm bound to abort it
And what about, what about, what about it