Sangtekst: Chevelle. Another Know It All.

Damn you're so dull, still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can, persuade us back undercover

Oh old, you're so over, who made you king of the ages?
Tending the wounds, thinking of adding another

But the chosen, never wrong
He sat holding, several thoughts
I'll take anything that's not bolted down
Bolted down

Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists

And drawing a line, still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another

But the chosen, never wrong
He sat holding, several thoughts
I'll take anything that's not bolted down
Bolted down

Became down
Became down
Became down
Became down
Down

The chosen, never wrong
He sat holding, several thoughts
I'll take anything that's not bolted down

He was chosen
(Chosen)
Never wrong
He sat holding
(Holding)
Several thoughts
I'll take any-
(Any)
Thing that's not bolted down
Bolted down

Bolted down
(Down, down, down)
Bolted down
(Down, down, down)
Bolted down
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