Fate Is...

Come on baby, show me all your smart blood
Hazel's standing outside on his car
Following you home to your apartment
You were planning something without Jesus (Jesus)

Only reason that I did it was to find out what it's like, it's like
Pass the billboard on the street
And wonder if hell will swallow me up

Fate is drawing back its leg to kick me
You stand outside and preach through the glass at the movies
You filled all your shoes with rocks and left the house
Then when you got home you had the things to blind yourself
Blind yourself

Only reason that I did it was to find out what it's like, it's like
Pass the billboard on the street
And wonder if hell will swallow me up

Fate is drawing back its leg to kick me



Credits
Writer(s): Karly Matana Hartzman, Alexander Reuben Chelmis, Daniel Harrison Gorham, Margo Schultz, Richard Alan Miller
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