We Are The Union
if i can t smoke or swear i m fucked
Donât wait, itâs almost over,
This rope gets shorter by the day,
And now Iâve found its end.
You test the poison and you pat,
Drag it for your worst mistakes,
And fight to shake the blame.
A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin
You bear your teeth, remind us that youâre just a skeleton.
Just a skeleton.
Donât wait, I can see it now,
The patron saint of the totally fucked
Lie down in living your own way,
âcause dying isnât living, is it?
Your bones decay.
A death grip, denial, our graveyard grin
You bear your teeth, remind us that youâre just a skeleton.
Just a skeleton.