Round up, holler girl

Ah, I will sing

Title TK

If I don't black out



Dumb made for fucking

And missing from the party

That boy spun out

Hold what you've got



While Xenia twists up

The sky

Akron flakes out

Grindcore little fury

I feel hot tire

Why is it floating in

My beer

Hold what you've got



My big drum

On your big face

The one-eyed jazz

As hickeys fade



Round up, holler girl

We'll all need bigger uniforms

It's been a few days

And I know I will have spun out

Hold what you've got



My big drum

On your big face

The one-eyed jazz

As hickeys fade

Grindcore little fury

If I don't black out



Hold what you've got (5x)