Camouflage Fatigues
Lyrics (by The Drums)
shit sucks, im spreading myself too thin
fixing promises broken by a trick bitch again
man i can feel it in my guts like the cancer in the spleen
plus i got like 50 messages on my answering machine
but i dont have the strength to listen because im ill
not to mention im so broke i cant pay attention
but fuck it i hope that these black magic mushroom clouds are gone soon
the whack tragic kids run too loud as they plot doom
im freezing cold with no fernus living life in the fastlane
without a learners permit and no insurance protection
goin with the current direction of the flow
livin in the place where its either assholes or elbows
i got the stamina, and the poise to match
im just trying to find the most appropreate noise to scratch
i'm looking for a much more sinister noise
and when i find it ill administer poison to the ears until your disenchanted
begging me for pain instead permission granted
see what its like to shiver in dungeons
the drums flavor is like that of liver & onions
with strings attached i
t felt like a burning hot tongue compressor
but theres no shutting me up in times like this so im wrung the pressure and pain
and dwell on topics of the illest kinds forever
i control minds and close my blinds, however
figurin that i gotta gotta hold on to the cotton swab
and run it up in some guys cock its a rotten job but yo
anne murray said it best and im pretty sure that her lyrics are coppy written
but ya shit im getting sloppy here
i gotta collect my thoughts before the agents come lookin for food
and i end up with every last crumb tooken
scab pickers. beware the wanna sabotage the beats
they got on high heel shoes and camouflage fatigues
fixing promises broken by a trick bitch again
man i can feel it in my guts like the cancer in the spleen
plus i got like 50 messages on my answering machine
but i dont have the strength to listen because im ill
not to mention im so broke i cant pay attention
but fuck it i hope that these black magic mushroom clouds are gone soon
the whack tragic kids run too loud as they plot doom
im freezing cold with no fernus living life in the fastlane
without a learners permit and no insurance protection
goin with the current direction of the flow
livin in the place where its either assholes or elbows
i got the stamina, and the poise to match
im just trying to find the most appropreate noise to scratch
i'm looking for a much more sinister noise
and when i find it ill administer poison to the ears until your disenchanted
begging me for pain instead permission granted
see what its like to shiver in dungeons
the drums flavor is like that of liver & onions
with strings attached i
t felt like a burning hot tongue compressor
but theres no shutting me up in times like this so im wrung the pressure and pain
and dwell on topics of the illest kinds forever
i control minds and close my blinds, however
figurin that i gotta gotta hold on to the cotton swab
and run it up in some guys cock its a rotten job but yo
anne murray said it best and im pretty sure that her lyrics are coppy written
but ya shit im getting sloppy here
i gotta collect my thoughts before the agents come lookin for food
and i end up with every last crumb tooken
scab pickers. beware the wanna sabotage the beats
they got on high heel shoes and camouflage fatigues
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