Hello Monica - Cash for Gas

I'm the face of rock bottom for at least eight of my friends
But what have I done
Who have I put in the ground
What have I suffered
Aside from cash for gas or testing waters
Walking under ladders
Dent five-foot-eleven off the floor
I said "it sounds like a breeze"
Don't let me hear a peep
I'm sure you don't know any considerate sheep
Sweeten up the deal and I'll hear out your holy healing
No one hates the system babies, just their blinders
Shaky hands held to the fire, flesh burns red, now I'm seeing
(Toss down the rope)
That our blue burns so green
I'm the face of rock bottom for the bulk of Americans
But that won't stop me from finding an empty bed in my brother's room
Ivy League on the east coast
I guess I have to run there
Behind the wheel I'd just get a jacket that I did not get asked to wear
I said "it goes with my getup"
Don't let me hear a peep
I'm sure you don't know any considerate sheep
Shaky hands held to the fire, flesh burns red, now I'm seeing
Toss down the rope

Written by:
Jared Campbell, Joey Nelson, John Hamilton, Nick Zander

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