High School Roaches - Bass Drum Of Death

I ran out of time

My hand gave you mine

You said you’re to go

I’d write you a song

Before I was fine

Now I’m in my line

What can you do wrong?

What can you do wrong?

Feeling it with me, shorty?

Feeling it with me, shorty?

Gimme back my high school roaches!

Gimme back my high school roaches!

When I looked for more

I answered the door

Your enemy speaks wise

This battle survives

Before I was blind

Now I’m in my line

What can I do wrong?

What can I do wrong?

Feeling it with me, shorty?

Feeling it with me, shorty?

Gimme back my high school roaches!

Gimme back my high school roaches!