Ocean Monument - Tallahassee Bugman

Rode on down to Tallahassee
Where outlaws roam the streets
Where the sherrif couldn't find me
And the salloon's run out of seats
So I've been running
For all my life
For the crimes that I have seen
Rode on down to Tallahassee
To witness the machine
I gave birth
to a milk-skinned giraffe-man
We take turns
In a space we know we hate, man
I was a teenage lopsider
I was a suff'ring wall
My fingers baited to catch fish
My eye an iron ball
Rode on down to Tallahassee
Where outlaws roam the streets
Where the sherrif couldn't find me
And the salloon's run out of seats
So I've been running
For all my life
For the crimes that I have seen
Rode on down to Tallahassee
To witness the machine
I gave birth
To a bug-faced insectophagi
I make words
Of terror and disgracing
Rode on down to Tallahassee
Where outlaws roam the streets
Where the sherrif couldn't find me
And the salloon's run out of seats
So I've been running
For all my life
For the crimes that I have seen
Rode on down to Tallahassee
To witness the machine
I won't lock my front door
I won't lock my front door
I won't lock my front door
For tomorrow

Written by:
Tyrone Ebanks, Zach Hopper

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