Jump Back
You
You never wonder why
Why
You need an alibi
Don't you know
You could get high
On your own formaldehyde
Everybody makes it out alive
The jugular is
The place to get started
Sometimes it's best
If you rip it right out
Jump back
In the innovation
Now it's gone back once it's great
Not bad when it's up again
That's how the (?)
Well it's not bad for a broken man
Cause it's a
An old bag of cocaine
It's cocaine, it's no gain, it's no
You
You never wondered at all
What's the harm in gettin'
A little comfortable
But you didn't want to
Bide their trouble
'Til you saw 'em
With the shovel
Take the time to listen
To their bothers
The jugular is
An easy target
Sometimes it's best
To rip it right out
Jump back
'Cause it's always been
Somehow the (?)
Exactly just what you meant
When they said
All that stays is the stain
You know that
This ain't no age of the innocent
And it's a
An old bag of cocaine
It's cocaine, it's no gain, it's no
Only one thing
Only one thing comes in coffins
Now that the cemetery
It ain't exactly hoppin'
Love your jaunty revelators
Time enough for dying later
Least that's what I read
In Sunday's papers
The jugular is
The place to get started
Sometimes it's best
If you rip it right out
You never wonder why
Why
You need an alibi
Don't you know
You could get high
On your own formaldehyde
Everybody makes it out alive
The jugular is
The place to get started
Sometimes it's best
If you rip it right out
Jump back
In the innovation
Now it's gone back once it's great
Not bad when it's up again
That's how the (?)
Well it's not bad for a broken man
Cause it's a
An old bag of cocaine
It's cocaine, it's no gain, it's no
You
You never wondered at all
What's the harm in gettin'
A little comfortable
But you didn't want to
Bide their trouble
'Til you saw 'em
With the shovel
Take the time to listen
To their bothers
The jugular is
An easy target
Sometimes it's best
To rip it right out
Jump back
'Cause it's always been
Somehow the (?)
Exactly just what you meant
When they said
All that stays is the stain
You know that
This ain't no age of the innocent
And it's a
An old bag of cocaine
It's cocaine, it's no gain, it's no
Only one thing
Only one thing comes in coffins
Now that the cemetery
It ain't exactly hoppin'
Love your jaunty revelators
Time enough for dying later
Least that's what I read
In Sunday's papers
The jugular is
The place to get started
Sometimes it's best
If you rip it right out
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Writer(s): Daniel Timothy Gorman, Tyler Pope, Nicholas Joseph Offer, Paul Robert Quattrone
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