The one that they painted on the lawn
And if we load it up into this gun
Soon it'll all be gone
Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth
In the desert wind I would have a grin
That might shatter the earth
Whoa
There's three short ways to live again
Crumble like paper upon my skin
They all tell you to try
But you're gonna cry
When no one cares where you've been
Couple days of driving in circles I'd rather spin
We've got eight more lives and two more tries
And six ways for drifting beyond
Whoa
Yard trip number seven's the one they
Tried to steal from heaven
And if we load it up into this gun
Soon it'll all be gone
Whoa
Yard trip number seven's The one that they painted on the lawn And if we load it up into this gun Soon it'll all be gone Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth In the desert wind I would have a grin That might shatter the earth Whoa There's three short ways to live again Crumble like paper upon my skin They all tell you to try But you're gonna cry When no one cares where you've been Couple days of driving in circles I'd rather spin We've got eight more lives and two more tries And six ways for drifting beyond Whoa Yard trip number seven's the one they Tried to steal from heaven And if we load it up into this gun Soon it'll all be gone Whoa Explain Request ×
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