I Give Up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
But when I, I just close
Both my eyes and devise
A sweet plan, of sweet, sweet revenge
But this time, my light's out
I have quit, all my doubts have flown through my hells
Smalls shadows who haunt me
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
Hold it here, who's this fear
My soul's scared by Sneers
So Fuck Em'
I'll carry on like a cowboy a singer of songs
I'll get up
I'll get up
I'll get up
I'll get up
And throw down
I'll throw down
I'll throw down
We'll get up
We'll get up
We'll get up
We'll get up
And throw down
We'll throw down
We'll throw down
I wanna be, a cowboy gangster
Living the land, and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
I wanna be, a cowboy traveler
Living the land, and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
I wanna be, a cowboy savior
Living the land and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
But when I, I just close
Both my eyes and devise
A sweet plan, of sweet, sweet revenge
But this time, my light's out
I have quit, all my doubts have flown through my hells
Smalls shadows who haunt me
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
I give up
I give up
I give up
I give up
I get down
I get down
I get down
Hold it here, who's this fear
My soul's scared by Sneers
So Fuck Em'
I'll carry on like a cowboy a singer of songs
I'll get up
I'll get up
I'll get up
I'll get up
And throw down
I'll throw down
I'll throw down
We'll get up
We'll get up
We'll get up
We'll get up
And throw down
We'll throw down
We'll throw down
I wanna be, a cowboy gangster
Living the land, and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
I wanna be, a cowboy traveler
Living the land, and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
I wanna be, a cowboy savior
Living the land and singing songs
To the trees
Yea that's the life for me!
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Ruttenberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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