Double barrel, six pack, Donkey Kong
Dying to the beat of the noonday sun
The liquor bottle sinks at the obvious pace
Murder on the dice with a calico face
Drag my name all over the place
Trying to get to something more
Frost spilling over on the backroom floor
Tied my tongue with tales of the folks next door
Working till my back crack down to the bone
Water in the trap and the blood in the stone
Playing hot potato with a cellular phone
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Creeping past the corners on a box of pine
Shaking out the ghosts from the Hollywood sign
Split through the rabble comic timing again
Pen leaking pocket write a letter to Jen
Dogs barking sideways with a message to send
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
The 501s - Something More Lyrics
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Double barrel, six pack, Donkey Kong
Dying to the beat of the noonday sun
The liquor bottle sinks at the obvious pace
Murder on the dice with a calico face
Drag my name all over the place
Trying to get to something more
Frost spilling over on the backroom floor
Tied my tongue with tales of the folks next door
Working till my back crack down to the bone
Water in the trap and the blood in the stone
Playing hot potato with a cellular phone
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Creeping past the corners on a box of pine
Shaking out the ghosts from the Hollywood sign
Split through the rabble comic timing again
Pen leaking pocket write a letter to Jen
Dogs barking sideways with a message to send
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Dying to the beat of the noonday sun
The liquor bottle sinks at the obvious pace
Murder on the dice with a calico face
Drag my name all over the place
Trying to get to something more
Frost spilling over on the backroom floor
Tied my tongue with tales of the folks next door
Working till my back crack down to the bone
Water in the trap and the blood in the stone
Playing hot potato with a cellular phone
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Creeping past the corners on a box of pine
Shaking out the ghosts from the Hollywood sign
Split through the rabble comic timing again
Pen leaking pocket write a letter to Jen
Dogs barking sideways with a message to send
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Writer: Brandon Hickey, Michael Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group