The Throw

It's the same energy just
A different color Holy Ghost
I want to say that you're mine but
We all belong to ourselves
We're getting priced
Out plucking souls
I took it right to the bottom and let the top
Drop Out

They have the look designer blue jeans
Stonewashed denim
Ken Griffey Jr. Rookie Card
And can you believe they have not
Figured it out

Ha!

I could see it coming a hundred miles away
Sell your soul back to yourself
Not as half as crazy as you wish you were
The smell of cut grass the meaning takes care of itself
The invitation sounds more like an ultimatum

Are you a tourist?
Are you a foregone conclusion?
I wouldn't say I'm scared
I wouldn't say I'm sorry
Youngest son of a Youngest son of a Youngest son
And I'm skinning snakes into lonely pools

Because it's easy because they
Sold it to us that way

It's payday 10% to savings
10% to kids college
Pay the mortgage
Blow the rest
Swallow another razor blade

Be comfortable in your own skin
Every moment is a performance

Belly up baby
The stumps
Exit strategy
Do You Know Who I Am?

This is the sound of my voice can you feel it?



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Chinnock
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