93Feetofsmoke - well oh well oh well

Sellin'
And it’s flax or all fleece
Rounded
Paint the walls
Pull the teeth
Well, oh well, oh well
I’ve seen evil things
I’ll never tell

And they’re laughing
While they’re pointing at me
Drowning
I know they don’t fuck with me
Well, oh well, oh well
I hear pretty things
I tell myself

Big dog barkin' on the sidewalk
Gotta leaky nose from the pep talk
Open my head
Grab a Can out
Click clack clink
Kick it down the asphalt

I can read you like a book
Paint a new cover
And the heart cooks brain
But it do numbers
Pray a bright star last
Past the thrown embers
And the night chase day
Like we burn rubber

Sellin'
And it’s flax or all fleece
Rounded
Paint the walls
Pull the teeth
Well, oh well, oh well
I’ve seen evil things
I’ll never tell

And they’re laughing
While they’re pointing at me
Drowning
I know they don’t fuck with me
Well, oh well, oh well
I hear pretty things
I tell myself

Well, oh well, oh well
I hear pretty things
I tell myself

Well, oh well, oh well
I hear pretty things
I tell myself