Veteran by Doomtree
This is a whisper into your satellite dish This is a death threat in cross stitch and I demand a hostage And then I want a motor boat And then I'll let your hostage go.
It's like life is a death bound train And every day is just a stop along the way And every era is the modern age for the people in it Every prayer is paramount for the owner of the steepled fingers
I knew better but I'd hope for better boy Boy I'd hope for better than this A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives No matter what she forgives And I knew better but I'd hope for better boy Boy I'd hope for better than this A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives...
Like opportunity knocks Misfortune'll pick that lock And pick your pockets Pick your poison boys, and here I'll pick it for ya'
Sure your habit dies hard But your bottle kills easy See me cut my Coke with Captain My Captain with Ron Diaz
Mind if you don't cut when He's been good to me how he has, You don't cut when He's been good to me, Princeton Minnesota
And to everybody talkin' bout my tits I guess that it's because you can't find shit to diss About the way that I spit I blow (?_________?_________?) Another fill you couldn't cop I've got shit to do and focus While you're fuckin' around in photoshop
The road don't stop, while you got off To take a breather, either I'm an Over-eager emo alcoholic with a Nice chest and a press list Or maybe you just jealous
I knew better but I'd hope for better boy Boy I'd hope for better than this A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives No matter what she forgives And I knew better but I'd hope for better boy Boy I'd hope for better than this A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
Shake me, and hear the filament rattle, awake and Save me, from this bit of the battle My pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my breath to burning So you'll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I'm turning
Hurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the king These knees don't bend easy please receive me on my feet I pull my shadow off the street, retreat Believe me you don't want to follow me, These hollow dreams
That walk around in full-color 3D Just to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can be I'll pull a Peter Pan and set ya free, When you can see what you can do for me 'cause
A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit, A vocal booth is just another padded room, shit A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit, A vocal booth is just another padded room, kid
Put all your words away, for all the noise you make Put all your words away, for all...
I knew better but I'd hope for better boy Boy I'd hope for better than this A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives.
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