Cowboy, knocking on doors
Selling snake oil
Gun up in my Sunday Best
I didn’t even have to hide it in the fine print
All of this was tatted on my forehead
I scream it everyday into the vortex
Every pain of guilt just washes over me like cortex
Unfamiliar forces grab a hold of me like forceps
Every step I take, I walk it back again like four steps
Every time I stray away I’m back up at my doorstep
And I can tell you ’till I’m blue in the face
That I’ll do everything but do what it takes
That I’m my fathers spitting image and that dude was a flake
That I’ll be going ’till I’m gone so you’ll be stupid to wait
There is something to a man that takes the scenic route to killing himself
Say you charge to the game, he’s only billing himself
Hates the mirror so he poshest like he’s feeling himself
He’s only fooling himself but you we’re willing to help
So I thank you from the bottom of my black heart
We can get a house and a dog and a backyard
We can have the best part but it won’t be the last part
Don’t you f#cking hate it when you get the thing you ask for?
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Rothstein – blue in the face
Rothstein – blue in the face
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