The Plot to Bomb the Panhandle
I've learned to let go!Come on!
Here's a middle fingerComing straight from oca-l-aI appreciate your judgementIt's proved that I can't trust a word you sayThose must be some pair of binocularsThat you see every move I makeSo I'll never be a liarBut you'll always be two-faced
You'll get what's coming to youYou're blinded by your instinctsI'm not your fucking gameI'm not so easily beat
I'm looking down at this mess that you've madeAnd I can't believe that I stayedSo unhappy for so longWhere did I go wrong?I've got to get out of thisMy hand is on the handleWe're leaving everything behindGoodbye for a lifetime
I'll rip that scandalous bitch in twoWe'll bring the noise
Try to pretend that I never even knew your name'Cause everything you are disgusts me(Too bad I can't turn back time)So I wouldn't be hereWhat I'd give for you to disappearSo tell me girly how's your edge?
You've got nothing better to doI know why you can't see straightI thought you were better than thisBut you're just like everyone else
I'm looking down at this mess that you've madeAnd I can't believe that I stayedSo unhappy for so longWhere did I go wrong?I've got to get out of thisMy hand is on the handleWe're leaving everything behindGoodbye for a lifetime
I'll make my standRight here with my friendsI'll make my standRight here with my friendsI'll make my standRight here with my friendsI'll make my standRight here with my friendsI'll make my standRight here with my friends
Get low!Now I know who my friends areI'm never coming home