Shopping for a Belt - Drug Church

Belt’s gone missing, could be your brother

Jump to the thought he’s in a gutter

Fuck not again, the constant spin of rehab is hard on your mother

No valuables gone, could be judging him wrong

It’s just hard to gauge cause he’s in the garage

He says he’s clean but you know full well

They don’t always shoot in their arm

This day is fucking cashed

Beat me to the sale by a minute

Last one in stock and I fucking missed it

Day was shit from the start

Time to blast Hatebreed in the car

Your valuables are gone, you were judging him right

He’s been using your card, time to burn the garage

He says he’s clean but then why’d motherfucker steal a DVR?