The Flatliners
The Flatliners - Spill Your Guts lyrics
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Back again, and there's nothing you can do I took some time and figured out your plot You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same, just under a different name Hey! My roots, my rules, my cuts and bruises show it all, but I don't see nothing on you I know what to do, you better figure it out too Who knew? Who knew? Who knew? It's time Everything hurt's just the same They say there's no room for change, but all these promises are still made I'll hold my breath till my head explodes They'll just cram it down your throat Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar No! I'll spill my guts on your fucking clothes Buy a gun, shoot someone, grow up in America Land of the free? Well I'm tellin' ya... Who makes the laws? Abides by the call? And everything else... I'll never figure it out Wake me up when the revolution's started Don't drop the bomb, we've gotta stop this Wake me up when the darkest cloud is daunted Make way for change, make way Keep kicking, vicious, you're wearing mother fucking cleats When the time comes, I'll be standing tall and you'll be looking up at me You take it all for yourself Yeah, that's fine, just go ahead It goes straight to your head, it goes straight to your head Your selfishness, malice, prejudice All in all, and the rest of the time is spent in distress Keep fucking taking it and taking it, until it's boiled over the edge And you're half over the fence, looking back Hey! They'll just cram it down your throat Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar No! I'll hold my breath till my head explodes Hey! They'll just cram it down your throat Rip your eyes out of your head and tell you what you're seeing is fashionable I'll hold my breath till my head explodes