the grass seems to grow thick and we learn as we're blowing in the mist From the front room to the front door This here crime scene seems to lead us
people gotta die just to be free You search for justice and what do you find? You find just us on the unemployment line You find just us sweating from
like we sceme on dimes Disregard your crew, fuck your heart Put a slug in me, it'll be marriage 'Til death do us part Until then master this art and
