The Only Battle In Battle Ground Is Trying Not To Let the Hicks Get To You
Call the ghost busters, I can't keep my cool on my own
Started our first song here in my bedroom
Laundry everywhere recording with no leg room
Six hours after work, the grind never stops, never stops
I need no explaining
All work, no play's not a lifestyle
Good luck making your time here worthwhile
Crashing in a flaming hearse so gimme your worst
So I bide my time, head down always pushing forward
The only time I stop is when my high school friends take my order
No matter where they are, they always have my back
Mobbin' three deep serious as a heart attack
Already wasted six years, don't plan on wastin' anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy
The taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall
So numb to the feeling
I fell in love with a moment
Sky was blue looking forward to the sunset
And I know, and I know you should be leaving
Woah-oh
Wish we could just mob around
These memories they all just fade away
I wish I knew that these were the good days
Cold coffee hits best on a chilly day
I cannot say I hate the ra-ain
Thoughts of a good past only bring me pain
If I could go back, I'd hope you'd want to stay awhile
I do what I can, to stretch an inch
Into a mile
Already wasted six years don't plan on wasting anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy the taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall, so numb to the feeling
And at the end of the day it doesnt matter at all
Climbing up as fast as we can just to fall
I can see the light
Is it at the end (just around the bend)
I need sleep I must be dreamin'
My minds warped too much thinkin'
Whats the possiblity
Of me winning this race
The cities losing touch with me
I haven't had much rest
So I guess I'm on cruise control
My tongue is numb
The ghost and ghouls are locked up in my bedroom
I need an exorcist to take care of my demons
(Siri, please call an exorcist)
Already wasted six years
Don't plan on wastin' anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy the taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall, so numb to the feeling
Started our first song here in my bedroom
Laundry everywhere recording with no leg room
Six hours after work, the grind never stops, never stops
I need no explaining
All work, no play's not a lifestyle
Good luck making your time here worthwhile
Crashing in a flaming hearse so gimme your worst
So I bide my time, head down always pushing forward
The only time I stop is when my high school friends take my order
No matter where they are, they always have my back
Mobbin' three deep serious as a heart attack
Already wasted six years, don't plan on wastin' anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy
The taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall
So numb to the feeling
I fell in love with a moment
Sky was blue looking forward to the sunset
And I know, and I know you should be leaving
Woah-oh
Wish we could just mob around
These memories they all just fade away
I wish I knew that these were the good days
Cold coffee hits best on a chilly day
I cannot say I hate the ra-ain
Thoughts of a good past only bring me pain
If I could go back, I'd hope you'd want to stay awhile
I do what I can, to stretch an inch
Into a mile
Already wasted six years don't plan on wasting anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy the taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall, so numb to the feeling
And at the end of the day it doesnt matter at all
Climbing up as fast as we can just to fall
I can see the light
Is it at the end (just around the bend)
I need sleep I must be dreamin'
My minds warped too much thinkin'
Whats the possiblity
Of me winning this race
The cities losing touch with me
I haven't had much rest
So I guess I'm on cruise control
My tongue is numb
The ghost and ghouls are locked up in my bedroom
I need an exorcist to take care of my demons
(Siri, please call an exorcist)
Already wasted six years
Don't plan on wastin' anymore
Wonder how long we take to get back
Life is such a fucking chore
When nothing I do can satisfy the taste of what I'm needing
Beating my head against the wall, so numb to the feeling
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Writer(s): Kyle S. Smith, Shane M. Nosack
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