The 501s - Something More

Double barrel, six pack, Donkey Kong
Dying to the beat of the noonday sun
The liquor bottle sinks at the obvious pace
Murder on the dice with a calico face
Drag my name all over the place

Trying to get to something more

Frost spilling over on the backroom floor
Tied my tongue with tales of the folks next door
Working till my back crack down to the bone
Water in the trap and the blood in the stone
Playing hot potato with a cellular phone

Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more

Creeping past the corners on a box of pine
Shaking out the ghosts from the Hollywood sign
Split through the rabble comic timing again
Pen leaking pocket write a letter to Jen
Dogs barking sideways with a message to send

Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more

Written by:
Brandon Hickey, Michael Alexander

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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