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And if your fist pumped like a piston
I'd drink up this whole river system
Arm the kids in the Christmas sweaters
The ones they stole from the pets and neighbors
Your garments could melt my sorry heart
I lost my shoes at the city park
Went home alone
So make your hat into a home
And drag your skin around your bones
Fair-weather friends please be prepared
These awkward stints will never end
We'll attack from the grass with our swollen feet
To wallpaper over your vending machines
And we pass out on the black top
And border all the bus stops
On go we'll deploy with the 123
This whole city was a decoy of tinfoil everythings
And we'll pass out on the black top
We'll border all the bus stops
But our catch phrases never caught on
Our patented moves they just moved on