Landmine
Birds of a feather might fuck together
Stuck in the nest
As they talk about the weather
Lust turns to dust
On a date made of hate
A perfect storm is born to irritate
You make me go
Round baby round
Six feet underground
A one-bedroom coffin made of your design
If I don't find someone else
I might be living on a landmine
I might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
A time bomb's tickin'
No one's getting blown
If my mind starts itching
This gun'll make it go
Shoulda known he would come in the night
Grim reaper timekeeper stays out of the light
So which one of us is sick in the mind
If we don't find out now
We're livin' on a landmine
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
And it's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
And it's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
It's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
You get no choice
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
We might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
Living on a landmine
Living on a landmine
Stuck in the nest
As they talk about the weather
Lust turns to dust
On a date made of hate
A perfect storm is born to irritate
You make me go
Round baby round
Six feet underground
A one-bedroom coffin made of your design
If I don't find someone else
I might be living on a landmine
I might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
A time bomb's tickin'
No one's getting blown
If my mind starts itching
This gun'll make it go
Shoulda known he would come in the night
Grim reaper timekeeper stays out of the light
So which one of us is sick in the mind
If we don't find out now
We're livin' on a landmine
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
And it's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
And it's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
It's not your choice
It's life, it's death
Ya got no voice
It's life, it's death
You get no choice
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
We might be living on a landmine
If you don't find someone else
We might be living on a landmine
Living on a landmine
Living on a landmine
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Writer(s): Andrew Clinco
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