Big Lugg - Andy Gibb

Trying not to crash on purpose
Swerving in my car
Think I wanna smoke
Went and bought some Newports
I want 54's
But like everything
That's in the past
Feelin' kinda broken
But I also broke my cast
Ay, where'd that butterfly go?
Am I the shell that didn't last?
Trying not to crash on purpose
But I'm going kind of fast
Not a Cortizone commercial
But I'm acting kind of rash
If I crash on purpose
It's cool if I fly through the dash
Death, it lives inside of me
It's waiting for it's chance
The devils' wearing Prada
And she's asking me to dance
You can ask around
But they can't tell you who I am
Please don't ask me either
I'm not too sure that I can
All these vices on my table
Like this isn't where I live
Demons hide behind doors
Like an episode of cribs
There is no more "if"
It's only "When I'm gonna give"
Music in my soul
Think it's the ghost of Andy Gibb
All these vices on my table
Like this isn't where I live
Demons hide behind doors
Like an episode of cribs
There is no more "if"
It's only "When I'm gonna give"
Music in my soul
Think it's the ghost of Andy Gibb
At a loss for words
So I'm surprised to have some music
You might have to drop some flowers on my casket
If I lose it
Trying not to crash on purpose
But my seatbelt isn't fastened
Lost it all passion
Just to go and lose my passion
Lost it on the way
But at least I'm in my bag again
One eye on the knife at all times
So I don't get sad again
Someone tell me what my gravestone says
When I'm gone
I tell them that's not how I really feel
That's just for the song, but
Death, it lives inside of me
It's waiting for it's chance
The devils' wearing Prada
And she's asking me to dance
You can ask around
But they can't tell you who I am
Please don't ask me either
I'm not too sure that I can
All these vices on my table
Like this isn't where I live
Demons hide behind doors
Like an episode of cribs
There is no more "if"
It's only "When I'm gonna give"
Music in my soul
Think it's the ghost of Andy Gibb
All these vices on my table
Like this isn't where I live
Demons hide behind doors
Like an episode of cribs
There is no more "if"
It's only "When I'm gonna give"
Music in my soul
Think it's the ghost of Andy Gibb
Trying not to crash on purpose
Death, it lives inside of me
It's waiting for it's chance
The devils' wearing Prada
And she's asking me to dance
You can ask around
But they can't tell you who I am
Please don't ask me either
I'm not too sure that I can
All these vices on my table
Like this isn't where I live
Demons hide behind doors
Like an episode of cribs
There is no more "if"
It's only "When I'm gonna give"
Music in my soul
Think it's the ghost of Andy Gibb

Written by:
Clay Dietz

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