Backyard Bbq

take a piece of pie
take what you can we'll wrap the rest
we're so clean and lovely
late tonight she'll dress
to match the blinds he'll hide the rest
we sell World's and Webster's
but not tonight
tonight's Canasta
and it's your turn to deal
God, if I had my senses cut out of my head
I'd be fine
'till I see it for myself it's that
I don't buy the things that money can't
'till I cough it up and eat it
our confidence in lies is all cut up to pieces like...
kiss us good-night
we'll tuck them in and hide the mess and it's all
so convincing
but not tonight
tonight's the A-Bomb
and it's your turn drive
God, if I had my cancers cut out of my skin
I'd be fine
'till I see it for myself it's that
I don't buy the things that money can't
'till I cough it up and eat it
our confidence in lies is all cut up to pieces like this...
he said, "Now let's not get excited
it's easy to get a grip
take a piece
out of this"
he said, "Now let's not fall to pieces
let's all follow through
get a grip
take a piece
out of this"
God, if I had my cancers cut out of my skin
I'd be fine
'till I see it for myself it's that
I don't buy the things that money can't
'till I cough it up and die
our confidence in lies is all cut up pieces
like
this



Credits
Writer(s): Dawn Lundsford, Greg Berella, Johnny G
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