Eyes On The Ground

Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score

Keep your head up but don't let your eyes leave the ground
I'm so fed up, guess that's a luxury to be allowed
And it must be fair enough cause almighty choices are all so sound
Just like the terror of a horizontal hot metal mass shower

I'll shrug my shoulders off before my lips part for anything but
The self righteous scolding of those pesky kids and their meddling
Dust off your podium just to offer my tongue up for severing
You bought and sold the bluff
Now come and whip out your brush to paint the yellow bellied cowards

Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score
You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war
Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score
You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war

Go to bed with your hands tied up
In a daisy chain that took you all day
I'll be damned if I do anything that isn't for my own sake
I pulled the trigger with a half smile
It's beside the point though cause they looked the wrong way
You can look up the stats while I run out the clock in the final hour

Don't let me go on, don't let me go on
Oh no

Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score
You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war
Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score
You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war
Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score
You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war



Credits
Writer(s): Hugo Meredith-hardy, Bryn Jenkins, Adam Michael Pardey, Andrew Thompson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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