Swamps for Days / Running of the Bulls / M3c#49odz!114 V5. M3 4nd 9odz!114 - Dropping A Popped Locket

Asking disciples of Christ exactly how the passion felt.

They call me antichrist, I wouldn’t put that past myself.

Beaten in the bathroom, both parents switching off,

your arms tired?

I’m tired of hiding my parents belts.

Scarily I thought I knew family well.

Family wasn’t there when my babies were little.

Family rather me take a vanity pill.

Family didn’t care about family still,

and you’ll never get it back.

(And you’ll never get it back)

Dearly departed,

I’m starting to feel like we’ve parted too

soon.

Going hard in the schools to tardy and cool.

A new saddle with fans,

we won battles with bands and we

drank with the winnings.

Gavel and stand,

Parents don’t understand you’re running with your

feet in the sand;

sandwich bags with no sandwiches in ‘em.

Is that the opposite of god?

No, because Satan is a god too…

Give me that kick back start a bonfire.

From the lit match to the split lighter.

Because this WIC pack don’t get diapers.

Because my kids' back is worth fighting for.

Give me that kick back start a bonfire.

And you’ll never get it back…