How many trees in a west end lot?
How many smokes left have you got?
I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop
There's piss on my boots, how'd ya make it stop
The dancepack's looking for a crash pad spot
I'm all loan
I'm at the top of the pack
Lay to the people and maid to the pines
I'll be awning
That lady
I'll be riding her line, whoa!
I'm smoking outside the Computell
I'm already never gonna fail you
Shaking in your clots
And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts
You got one kind of trouble, it's the one that's on your back
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk
My young little soul's unlearning to walk
Clover green
Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street
The softening blows, the blind heights
A warm winter coat, that's a corn rose
The softening blows, the blind heights
That's a cold tow through the corn rows
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, and elope for the fore
