Round up, holler girl 

Ah, I will sing 

Title TK 

If I don't black out 



Dumb made for fucking 

And missing from the party 

That boy spun out 

Hold what you've got 



While Xenia twists up 

The sky 

Akron flakes out 

Grindcore little fury 

I feel hot tire 

Why is it floating in 

My beer 

Hold what you've got 



My big drum 

On your big face 

The one-eyed jazz 

As hickeys fade 



Round up, holler girl 

We'll all need bigger uniforms 

It's been a few days 

And I know I will have spun out 

Hold what you've got 



My big drum 

On your big face 

The one-eyed jazz 

As hickeys fade 

Grindcore little fury 

If I don't black out 



Hold what you've got (5x)