Shopping For a Belt

Belt's gone missing, could be your brother
Jump to the thought he's in a gutter
Fuck not again
The constant spin of rehab is hard on your mother
No valuables gone, could be judging him wrong
It's just hard to gauge since he's in the garage
He says he's clean but you know full well
They don't always shoot in their arm

This day is fucking cashed
Beat me to the sale by a minute
Last one in stock and I fucking missed it
I was beat straight from the start
Time to blast Hatebreed in the car

Your valuables gone, you were judging him right
He's been using your card, time to burn the garage
He says he's clean but then why'd motherfucker steal a DVR?

The day is fucking cashed
Beat me to the sale by a minute
Last one in stock and I fucking missed it
Day was straight shit from the start
Time to blast Hatebreed in the car

Beat me to the sale by a minute
Last one in stock and I fucking missed it
Day was straight shit from the start
Time to blast Hatebreed in the car



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher David Villeneuve, Cory Andrew Galusha, Nicholas John Cogan, Patrick James Wynne, Patrick Russell Kindlon
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