Graves (We Wrote The Book) - P.O.S

Yeah

Come on the desperation stay the same

Grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain

You won’t find no letter by my remains

Not caught dead settling

No black sweater, slacks or shoes

With any pennies in a federal sake

A steady hand ready to drop stakes through any bloodsucker

Sick of the news, yeah eat him up

Cover him up like headstones in the fall

We don’t stop, keeping it warm, keeping it hot

Treading water and our lives in tide

Throw it on, ride whatever we on

Dawn whenever we wonder, we don’t ask why

Correct, the best shoe’s the worst step

Some tools to work with, confused and worthless

Peruse the surface but don’t dig deep enough

Wait, they, they turning in they graves

We, we dig them up and rearrange

Aim, take them out the way they came

Switch them out the frame

You got to find something else to hang

You didn’t get mature, you got tame

They ain’t the same

Thoughts convertible, that’s what I’m on

Keep living in your box

What is that, a Scion?

Cool, it’s all fool’s gold, ask me

What’s the goal fool?

Dig deep, like six feet

Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me

I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel

Fools ready to pound moves, bloody knuckles

Keep the surface free, don’t ask me

I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel

Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles, don’t ask me

Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me

I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel

Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me

I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel

Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles

Graves, shovel, let’s get to it

We wrote the book, they’ll have to remain truant

We wrote the book by moving the blame to it

We wrote the book by keeping the change

Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it

We wrote the book, the hobbies will stay ruined

We wrote the book, the hot remain stupid

We wrote the book by checking the aim

Digging up graves, come on, shovel and bones

We wrote the book by cutting the dead clones

We wrote the book by smashing a dead phone

Getting a good second alone before

Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it

We wrote the book by moving the blame to it

We wrote the book, my civil just ain’t do it

We wrote the book, now look at the fame

Digging up graves