Pounce

Sort out your houses and your metronomes
Sell lucky men sitting on my throne
Tell all consumers that they own my face
Man all these bums looking for my fate

How many times with your fucking game
Till my walk of shame, game
Tell me what
I did wrong
Tell me what
I did wrong

Know your road
What are you working on
I'm changing for the better
Changing for
Curb your soul
You're nearly even broken

And get up
Don't pull me down
You know I'm growing

Into the ground
It's so important now
You're fucking horsing down
I'm picking all my flowers

You don't want me back
Since I was in a fucking draft
Somebody better tape up fast
Motherfucker I was sick of facts
Seven sentences are plagued with ants
Sounding like I'm Sam L Jacks
On board with a fake old pass
Looking forward to the rain out back

I'm ready to pounce now
Are you heading I'm downtown
I can steady you out now
Cause I'm ready to pounce now

Thank you, and good morning

How many times with your fucking game
Till my walk of shame, game
Tell me what
I did wrong
Tell me what
I did wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Finn Neilan
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