Killshot

Your mate in the baggy jeans
Is a prodigy
But I know what makes him itch
Touché, so he makes good music
Self EQ’s it
Then he flips the switch

He’s gone for the killshot
Better lock it down
Don’t turn your back
‘Cause you know that I’m always around
He’s gone for the headlock
Gotta take my aim
God save the man who made
One of a thousand mistakes

They’re knighting the public servant
Of feeling worthless
And laughing on your cue
Dress down for a funeral service
Inside that hearse is
A girl that I once knew

The day when your lungs will bleed
All the empathy
That was kept from every sound
I’ll sell all your vintage clothes
And the book you wrote
On the God you met downtown

He’s gone for the killshot
Better lock it down
Don’t turn your back
‘Cause you know that i’m always around
He’s gone for the headlock
Gotta take my aim
God save the man who made
One of a thousand mistakes

Blew the doors off of the captive vault
You’re a DJ and it’s all my fault
Now you’re dressed up looking like your father
The devil works hard but Dolly works harder
Make a deal with the man in blue
Use a hammer to fix the loose screw
Got the branding iron for your face
Won’t stop until I cut the bass