Текст песни Cyanide Breathmint

Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you
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In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know i know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling