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Same Room Video (MV)




Performed By: Terrible People
Length: 3:16
Written by: Max Mann




Terrible People - Same Room Lyrics




You need to know
Any way it goes it gets me something
You pull, you choke
Anyway you know it gets me something
Just dogs in here

If there's a god, we know he sins
If he's a good sport
That son of a bitch gonna let us all right in
If there's a hell, it's safe to say
I called the number
Set the reservation I'm already on my way
Cause you're a sick f*ck

Accountable
Staring down the gun does it mean something?
It's easy to believe that your conscience is clean
When you stand on your box and don't think before you speak
As if you know anything
As if we owe anything

Is it out of the question?
Is it out of the question to believe?
It's not yours it's ours to say
Keep it out of the office
A choice is our choice it's our choice
Is it out of the question?
Is it out of the question to believe?
It's all just a reflection
When the water is silt and the air is too thick to breathe

We're all locked in the same room

If there's a god
We know she lies
If she's a good sport
That miserable bitch gonna give us one more try
If there's a hell
It's safe to say
We've grown demented
Screaming on our soapbox when there's nothing left to say

Cause you're a sick f*ck
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You need to know
Any way it goes it gets me something
You pull, you choke
Anyway you know it gets me something
Just dogs in here

If there's a god, we know he sins
If he's a good sport
That son of a bitch gonna let us all right in
If there's a hell, it's safe to say
I called the number
Set the reservation I'm already on my way
Cause you're a sick f*ck

Accountable
Staring down the gun does it mean something?
It's easy to believe that your conscience is clean
When you stand on your box and don't think before you speak
As if you know anything
As if we owe anything

Is it out of the question?
Is it out of the question to believe?
It's not yours it's ours to say
Keep it out of the office
A choice is our choice it's our choice
Is it out of the question?
Is it out of the question to believe?
It's all just a reflection
When the water is silt and the air is too thick to breathe

We're all locked in the same room

If there's a god
We know she lies
If she's a good sport
That miserable bitch gonna give us one more try
If there's a hell
It's safe to say
We've grown demented
Screaming on our soapbox when there's nothing left to say

Cause you're a sick f*ck
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Writer: Max Mann
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