The Grunge

Barkin at the moon and
Scoffing at the miracle
Look like today's the day to make a shadow
Starin at the sun in the
Middle of a meadow
Looks like today's the day to make amends

The empty invitations and lengthy computations
All decided on you
As if nobody could do you wrong

Scapegoats take a listen
Here comes premonition
Bound by superstition
Freed by demolition

Everythin seems like it's automatic

Dentist cocaine
Nightclub novocaine
Conjure up
Switch blade
Brass knuckles
Champagne

Night vision
Solar pane
Don't listen
Disdain
Take the pills just to numb it
Chase those thrills
Shift and gun it

Everythin seems like it's automatic

You wish you were me
I wish I were you



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Allen
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