Apple Bobbing

Lost all my money
At Communion Sunday
If you're wanting it to count
Gotta raise it every time

Scrapping the barrel
Bobbing for apples
Keep sticking to the plan
I'm rotten to the core

Fall off the wagon and land on your feet
It rarely actually happens
Make a prayer a promise to keep
When you're blowing out birthday candles
Be a partridge in a pear tree
So happy shooting season has ended

I'll drive all evening
Escaping demons
With murder on my mind
And the devil on my back

Thoughts are twisting mountains
And doubt sends the clouds in
If you can't escape your past
Don't talk about it man

Fall off the wagon and land on your feet
It rarely actually happens
Make a prayer a promise to keep
When you're blowing out birthday candles
Be a partridge in a pear tree
So happy shooting season has ended

I'll be happier
And you'll be happier too

I'll be happier
And you'll be happier too



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel God Damn Byrom
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