Veteran

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

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 rondiaz

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'll blow my nick for kicks

Another fill you couldn't cop

I've got shit to do and focus

While you're fucking 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're just jealous...

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...