Grinners

Oh, oh
What time is it?
I need to go searching
for the meaning of life
Is it so hard to believe, to concieve
It's all I got going, it's all I got right.
I still can't
Find my shoes
Oh, where did you
Go and run off to?
I still ain't got no purpose in this
Purposeless world, with these
Purposeless fools

I
can't get my head in the game,
I can't focus
On a fucking
Thing

'Cause I'm still stuck in here,
My hole
Waiting for the umpteenth sun
To shine,
On me

Right or wrong,
It's going, going gone
The world is full of meat
So sharpen your teeth
Well I'll fight you,
And I'll fight myself too
I figure it's something,
ain't got nothing to do
Carmelization, of a
Carnelization
Once again we're plunged into
The brutal loop of foul
Impute

I
can't get my head in the game,
I can't focus
On a fucking
Thing

'Cause I'm still stuck in here,
My hole
Waiting for the umpteenth sun
To shine,
On me

Grinners, grinning
Ever so grimly
My lovely grinner,
Time gets thinner
And I'm
Still stuck in here



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Langdorf, Dartagnon Woodruff, Dean Robertson, Lon Porter Mason
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