with a click of my pen and the thoughts in my head, i tell the world what happens when my tongue collides with my teeth.
we're modern day philosopers waging wars with written words. we're down to earth thinkers, throwing round clinkers that bring up the stink of the vomit caked on your sidewalk.
what's love but a lustful longing for the one you'll never have. what's truth but the thoughtful agreement that you'll never get what you want. what's happiness but the realization that you did what you did, and the things that follow.
we're modern day philosophers waging wars with written words, we're down to earth thinkers throwing round little clinkers that bring up the stink of the vomit caked on your sidewalk. it's about time you stop partying, and think about that girl next door the one you've always had a little thing for, who's disgusted with the vomit, caked on your sidwalk.
with a click of my pen and the thoughts in my head, i'll let you know what happens when my tongue collides with my teeth.
"it's about time you stop partying, and think about that girl next door the one you've always had a little thing for, who's disgusted with the vomit, caked on your sidwalk."
The Stain on Your Sidewalk
-by Stop! Drop! Roll!
with a click of my pen
and the thoughts in my head,
i tell the world what happens
when my tongue collides with my teeth.
we're modern day philosopers
waging wars with written words.
we're down to earth thinkers,
throwing round clinkers that
bring up the stink of the vomit caked on your sidewalk.
what's love but a lustful longing
for the one you'll never have.
what's truth but the thoughtful agreement
that you'll never get what you want.
what's happiness but the realization
that you did what you did, and the things that follow.
we're modern day philosophers
waging wars with written words,
we're down to earth thinkers
throwing round little clinkers that
bring up the stink of the vomit caked on your sidewalk.
it's about time you stop partying,
and think about that girl next door
the one you've always had a little thing for,
who's disgusted with the vomit,
caked on your sidwalk.
with a click of my pen
and the thoughts in my head,
i'll let you know what happens
when my tongue collides with my teeth.
(I think this is going to be my first song.)
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"it's about time you stop partying,
and think about that girl next door
the one you've always had a little thing for,
who's disgusted with the vomit,
caked on your sidwalk."
That's my favorite part.
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