Yeah, what you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down till everybody came around.
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,. In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,. I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back..
We take sour sips from life's lush lips. & we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships. Stomp out this disaster town!. You'll put your eyes to the sun & say, I know.
I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate. And eyes dilate. And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night.
I'm not one for love songs. The way I'm livin' makes you feel. Like giving up but you don't. And I want everything for you. . My disappointment. 'Cos you've been left behind.