Scattershot

Baby pack your things
Cos the fields are burning
They set it all ablaze

I had another drink
Cos it hurts to think now
And im better off late

What army? I guess the boys listen to me alright

And if the war ends soon or in a million moons
I can't say it was
Fun

If that's what you mean
I guess we'll be out here waiting
I guess we'll be out here waiting

Caught red handed
And it doesn't matter
And it doesn't matter

Counterfeit on the airwaves
Poison wells in the desert

Your slogans wait like
Shit-smeared spears
Your arm ends with no hand



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Fricchione
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