One Match Left

Making so much fruit
Every branch will bend
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labor sweat
Short money whore strut for praise and cash
Drying up to fast
For real love to last

Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn

Keep it nice and straight
Let the ash cool down
Steady up your gaze
Ain't no 'messin 'round
No we're not better
Because we know we're not
Synonymous with victory
Using what we've got

Let's wait a little while
Like we've only one match left
Let 'em cry out loud
Let them waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn

Keep us suffering
We'll pay for everything
All your offerings are void 'round here
As for postering
Peacocks get the block
Pretty statues are just a bunch of rocks

Making so much fruit
Every branch will bend
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labor sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up to fast
For real love to last

Let's wait a little while
Like we've only one match left
Let 'em cry out loud
Let 'em waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn



Credits
Writer(s): Brooks Nielsen, Chris Darley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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