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lyrics

Lyrics by Phillips


Well I'm upping the ante
gonna kick the habit soon
instead of taking the backseat
I'll get up before noon
cuz I'm definitely feelin' it
like I could fuck the sky
going Gary Busey crazy
cuz I'm Hunter Thompson high....

in the morning
can't walk a straight line
so I'm crawling.....

I get stretched to the limits
holding the end of your rope
I'll be the last man standing
I'll be your fucking joke
but I won't be your mistake
no I won't be your disaster
when I'm tired of this place
I feel like going home...

in the morning
can't walk a straight line
so I'm crawling
when I could have weighed it down

when it doubt
smoke em out

searching the abyss
for a needle in a haystack
making love with my fist
but there's no going back once you've weighed it down
and I can't forget you when you're so played out

when in doubt
smoke em out

I get stretched to the limits
holding the end of your rope
I'll be the last mother fucking
I'll be your fucking joke
but I won't be your mistake
no I won't be your disaster
when I'm tired of your face
I feel like throwing up...

in the morning
can't walk a straight line
so I'm crawling
when I should have weighed it down
and I can't forget you when you're so played out

when it doubt
smoke em out

credits

from Poetry For The Apocalypse, released July 29, 2011
Music by Fire In The Asylum
Produced by Shane Smith and Manny Nieto
Recorded in Los Angeles at Manny’s Estudio May 2011
Engineered and Mixed by Shane Smith and Manny Nieto
Mastered by Shane Smith

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