Pneumatic

So you've got it figured out
Your life's a steady track
Shake the bishop's hand
Receive a thousand phony claps
Don't the next seventy years look like a well-adjusted map
Yeah, my friend you've got it figured out

So go ahead and shred your hand
Yeah, coddle the fresh wound tight
Hand sanitizer and blood
What a way to spend a night
It seems like one of us gets injured every single goddamn time
If I were you, I'd put that wrist on ice

Now it's time
To leave that self behind
Oh well
Or keep living in hell
I would leave it if I could



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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