Lonely Bong

Hold up, wait up, I got a weird a question
Tryna understand one of life strange lessons
Waves crash and things cause rocks to roll
That I know

But more intense than magnetic fields
Or a thousand shocks of an electric eel
What in my blood must be set free
Release me

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run

Hold up, look out, I've got a weird theory
Newspaper clippings and a TV mini series
Crack pots and armchair, thoughts aside
Let's ride

There's evidence that it's in my soul
And the taste I've had has lit it up like coal
All I know is that it's gone from bad to worse
In reverse

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dawgs must run

Take me back to that night in Red Deer
Melting faces in Milton Keynes
Rock sound in Barcelona
Shooting fireworks in Aberdeen

Always follow your gut
Don't worry about the plan
You roll with the punches
Laugh about it in the end

6 a.m. earthquake in Japan
That time we got vibe out of Iceland
Love the best but enjoy the worst
This road dawg life is a blessing, not a curse

Hold up, watch out, I got a weird answer
Listen to these words from my loco neck of metal

Like a rooster crows at the morning sun
Hawks must fly, road dawgs must run
Every night, like moon kill sun
Wolves must cry, road dawgs were born

Born to run

Like a lonely bong missing its buds



Credits
Writer(s): Jaye Schwarzer, Liam Cormier, Michael Peters
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