From the Vault

This ain't the feel good hit of the summer
We dug up
This ain't one from the vault
This ain't nobody's fault
Well goddamn Susie pick your face up off the asphalt

What's my line again anyway?
When will I feel like myself again?
When will that face be mine?
You're out of luck, you're out of line

When everyone and everything
Says the same stupid lines
"You do too many drugs, you do too many drugs"
Well you can never do too many drugs

Susie says it's fine, and I believe her
Blood guts and glory will deceive you
It used to be cute but it got ugly with a crack of the whip
All hooks to filler, you better believe it

The most wicked woman alive got her hands on me
Now I'll never, never be free
You're cold as Ice
Well I sweat through my jeans
You got me going

This ain't the feel good hit of the summer
We dug up
This ain't one from the vault
This ain't nobody's fault
Well goddamn Susie pick your face up off the asphalt

What's my line again anyway?
When will I feel like myself again?
When will that face be mine?
You're out of luck, you're out of line



Credits
Writer(s): Gray Bouchard
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