Patterns in Time - Fat Tongue

Your black blood has filled our lungs
So I bought a brand new gun to share with you
It will fill your head like a thirsty sponge
So you can finally all you have done

Why so vain and insecure
Oh piles of treasure won't kill the hurt
Only one thing will remain
The last shot, the last page

So take, so take my hand
Oh, I got a brand new plan
In the dirt is where you'll stand
Rid of all the perks of living grand

Red, white, black and blue those colors look so good on you
Dont shoot
Red white black and blue don't you step on our
Working class shoes

You must of been, bullied as a kid
Beaten up, had your lunch money stolen
Had your brain washed of what it means to live
Now you can't figure out how to give

I might be caught up, but at least I know
Im not a d list actor in your shitty show
I play the lead in my own life
The leading lady is my own wife

Red, white, black and blue those colors look so good on you
Dont shoot
Red white black and blue don't you step on our
Working class shoes

Your fat tongue
Knows no love

Written by:
Dustin Knef

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