Bunkhead Bay
I'm so sick of staying in
But I've got nowhere left to go
Im spun out in this cell and with your help I might explode
This place is such a wreck
But I've learned to call this home
My mind is filling up with all this bud left out to smoke
Maybe I'm the laughing stock of a generation
I took a shit on my reputation and it felt so good
Lately I've been throwing fits in the collision
A steady life of repetition has got me down
Because I don't wanna waste my life
I won't fit into a senseless mold
So save your seat in dipshit row
And take your steps with eyes wide shut
Bash your views into my skull
I'll shove them right back down your throat
I know that there's a bigger world outside
But I've been caught up in this tide for far too long
Help me pull the roots from my complacence
Because the framework of my patience is wearing thin
Because I don't wanna waste my life
I won't fit into a senseless mold
So save your seat in dipshit row
And take your steps with eyes wide shut
Bash your views into my skull
I'll shove them right back down your throat
But I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
But I've got nowhere left to go
Im spun out in this cell and with your help I might explode
This place is such a wreck
But I've learned to call this home
My mind is filling up with all this bud left out to smoke
Maybe I'm the laughing stock of a generation
I took a shit on my reputation and it felt so good
Lately I've been throwing fits in the collision
A steady life of repetition has got me down
Because I don't wanna waste my life
I won't fit into a senseless mold
So save your seat in dipshit row
And take your steps with eyes wide shut
Bash your views into my skull
I'll shove them right back down your throat
I know that there's a bigger world outside
But I've been caught up in this tide for far too long
Help me pull the roots from my complacence
Because the framework of my patience is wearing thin
Because I don't wanna waste my life
I won't fit into a senseless mold
So save your seat in dipshit row
And take your steps with eyes wide shut
Bash your views into my skull
I'll shove them right back down your throat
But I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
I've learned to call this home
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Writer(s): Scott Vick
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