Skumbag
Exponential bullshit of an unknown degree
I bet no-one is wondering why I'd rather flee
Than be a part of people who believe they're doing god's business
Or is that just an excuse to act all cruel and vicious
Hating people just because they have different views
In the end will they be the ones who lose
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
Burn all the heathens and the rest of them too
Call tragedies good bid the dead adieu
Hypocritical lives with hypocritical views
Walking away is a god-damned coup
I'm-a live in a world where the skies shine blue
In the end will they be the ones to lose
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
A stoner, a moaner, a merciless groaner
Are words that they call me
A drag, a fag, a lost scumbag
I guess that's the price of being able to see
A stoner, a moaner, a merciless groaner
Are words that they call me
A drag, a fag, a lost scumbag
I guess that's the price of being able to see
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I bet no-one is wondering why I'd rather flee
Than be a part of people who believe they're doing god's business
Or is that just an excuse to act all cruel and vicious
Hating people just because they have different views
In the end will they be the ones who lose
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
Burn all the heathens and the rest of them too
Call tragedies good bid the dead adieu
Hypocritical lives with hypocritical views
Walking away is a god-damned coup
I'm-a live in a world where the skies shine blue
In the end will they be the ones to lose
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
A stoner, a moaner, a merciless groaner
Are words that they call me
A drag, a fag, a lost scumbag
I guess that's the price of being able to see
A stoner, a moaner, a merciless groaner
Are words that they call me
A drag, a fag, a lost scumbag
I guess that's the price of being able to see
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
I need something
There to hold onto to keep me floating
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Writer(s): Chris Holland
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