Letra Graves (we wrote the book) P.O.S.

Graves (we wrote the book)

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