old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth, lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time key's to the cuffs, you might be

king that's it, that's all, that's everything



skeletons come here to dance where barrooms beat their brothers into a bloody trance what's the deal? what did i do? who

cops all teh cops is all I asked of you



lining up, waiting on the trickle down something's up, taking time to get around belly up, all the drinks are on the crown it's just

a matter of trickle down



twenty miles before the crash that's the style for a while and man i think it's gonna last