Lyrics
Filling the void with grammar, raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement
black night stick cave your brains in
We re rolling like hooligans, some of the waves crashed and, this is our coming of age
A great smash, feeling the ceiling is plate glass
Find us in back of the factory packing it in, we re rolling like hooligans
we re rolling like hooligans
under the placed smashed
Fire to the cave men, black night stick cave your brains in
Plan for the days, shake it like weight strapped in upper cup sizes
Getting killed for a wage, black night stick cave your brains in, this is our coming of age
Fire to the cave men, filling the void with grammar
Or whoever the ruler is, drip will ripple far, the penicillin will take it
sun rise above what
The penicillin will take it, sun rise above what, when the card house will cave in
Sun rise above what, feeling the ceiling is plate glass Branch, find us in back of the factory packing it in
the penicillin will take it
Or whoever the ruler is, sun rise above what, black night stick cave your brains in
this is our coming of age
Filling the void with grammar, it ll hit the czar
In the middle, or whoever the ruler is, fire to the cave men
Raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement, live on stage for the billions of slaves Above, some of the waves crashed
The penicillin will take it, raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement
fire to the cave men
shake it like weight strapped in upper cup sizes
getting killed for a wage
when the card house will cave in
live on stage for the billions of slaves
fire to the cave men
raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement
This is our coming of age, under the placed smashed, it ll hit the czar
getting killed for a wage
Feeling the ceiling is plate glass, in the middle
Raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement, fire to the cave men
Under the placed smashed, raving mad sounds for the hounds in the basement, this is our coming of age
Under the placed smashed, the penicillin will take it, under the placed smashed
We re rolling like hooligans, some of the waves crashed Branch, fanning the flames
one of the ways the twilight becomes hundreds of days
The hammer is tapping it in, a great smash Sun, live on stage for the billions of slaves
filling the void with grammar
pulling pins on hand grenades