Sangtekster:
Falcon The Unicornography

You turned off your fucking TV And you don't listen to the radio Well, you're looking really great to me Well, you're blasting like a megaphone. You

Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today, and I can't stand working, and there ain't no shade. Prayer is for weaklings. I'm banking n luck, this

Let's sing a song about smoke and flames That burnt down our lazy yesterdays Let's pretend this poverty is fine And sit on our front porches like we

All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground. The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now. I think it's time to go home.

This road bubbles in the heat. Choppin' rocks, the only cracker that mine eyes can see. These rails have run me out of town and shipped me down the line

The first time i saw you you worked selling hot dogs and stealing your mom's vcr you sold your nintendo for a shitty drum set that you sold for a shittier