7-11 - The Disco Biscuits

Cover it up

I know you got eyes

You know you got time

You want free from the octopus wrapped around your mind

Run to the hills

Out on your own

Reaped nothing sown

Whiplash tongue

As you reach for a grip

And search for the clone

And maybe, all that you want to be is all that you had to be

When flakes of gold and falling rubies were never enough

So you spend your time opening doors for everyone else but me

In the morning time, the sky up above you, the sun will come up

Work too hard so I buy myself style for walking the mile

Hours a day that I spend doing nonsense worth somebody’s while

I’m gonna go out and jam!

I’m gonna go out and party!

I got a brand new mission

So bring your ass to the party!

There’s a last time for everything

What do you do, what do you do

It always comes back to the things that you knew

Things that you knew

Why go down, when they think that you’re beat

Think that you’re beat

Kick some dust on the manager’s feet

Manager’s feet

And maybe, all that you want to be is all that you had to be

When flakes of gold and falling rubies were never enough

So you spend your time opening doors for everyone else but me

In the morning time, the sky up above you, the sun will come up

Work too hard so I buy myself style for walking the mile

Hours a day that I spend doing nonsense worth somebody’s while

I’m gonna go out and jam!

I’m gonna go out and party!

I got a brand new mission

So bring your ass to the party!

Crossed off, laid up till noon in bed

Got cauliflower dreams as your brain’s ripped to shreds

You made it to the dance, but you’re wearing a towel

Let me play you one that’ll make you howl

Crossed off, laid up till noon in bed

Got cauliflower dreams as your brain’s ripped to shreds

You made it to the dance, but you’re wearing a towel

Let me play you one that’ll make you howl

Ladies give me one that’ll make me howl

Let me play you one that’ll make you wanna go out and jam!