7-11 Jesus - Howard Lyrics

Walk into
Places
You didn't know

I wouldn't blame you
But I'm sure you didn't know

Could be dead
I wish you were plastic though

Tripping on crosswalks
Each line is a blow

One moist bag of garbage
That might break someday soon

Don't be afraid to cry
Someone might drink that tear

If you want it you can have it
All you have to do is lie about it

Spin those words knot the brain
You're still an ass hole
When you're sad about it

Dead presidents jerk off
To each other in a hall of fame

I guess we're all apart of the same game
Getting high off of the fumes of the same train

More than ever
I feel like
I can't blame it on you
You drop bombs
But what's the use