Spill Your Guts

The Flatliners

Back again, and there's nothing you can do 
I took some time and figured out your plot 
You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same, just under a different name 
Hey! 
My roots, my rules, my cuts and bruises show it all, but I don't see nothing on you 
I know what to do, you better figure it out too 
Who knew? Who knew? Who knew? 

It's time 
Everything hurt's just the same 
They say there's no room for change, but all these promises are still made 
I'll hold my breath till my head explodes 
They'll just cram it down your throat 
Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar 
No! 
I'll spill my guts on your fucking clothes 

Buy a gun, shoot someone, grow up in America 
Land of the free? Well I'm tellin' ya... 
Who makes the laws? Abides by the call? And everything else... 
I'll never figure it out 
Wake me up when the revolution's started 
Don't drop the bomb, we've gotta stop this 
Wake me up when the darkest cloud is daunted 
Make way for change, make way 

Keep kicking, vicious, you're wearing mother fucking cleats 
When the time comes, I'll be standing tall and you'll be looking up at me 
You take it all for yourself 
Yeah, that's fine, just go ahead 
It goes straight to your head, it goes straight to your head 
Your selfishness, malice, prejudice 
All in all, and the rest of the time is spent in distress 
Keep fucking taking it and taking it, until it's boiled over the edge 
And you're half over the fence, looking back 

Hey! 
They'll just cram it down your throat 
Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar 
No! 
I'll hold my breath till my head explodes 
Hey! 
They'll just cram it down your throat 
Rip your eyes out of your head and tell you what you're seeing is fashionable 
I'll hold my breath till my head explodes
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