The letters move across,
And tell me what to say.
You’d better mind your head,
If you don’t know the way.
And well if you zone out,
And you can’t get back in.
Just let me tell you now,
That you will never win.
And you write it down
With a bottle in your hand.
And you ask yourself
Do I really understand?
Don’t really understand,
What makes you be this way.
Tell people what to do,
Tell people what to say.
And with that stupid hair,
And with them stupid clothes,
That stupid fucking face,
That stupid fucking nose.
And you write it down
With a bottle in your hand.
And you ask yourself
Do I really understand?
credits
from Self-Titled,
released February 14, 2014
Music by T. Jennings-Bates
Words by T. Jennings-Bates
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