Comadre 60 Grit
I'm gonna pick a fight with everyone I love,
how bout I make things right to rest their hearts at sea?
This time I'll really drown and carry down worries,
this time I'll really drown.
I got bad eyez but am living a cat's nine lives.
I love the smell of dynamite at 9:00am
and can taste the fear I put upon your chest.
Now I've counted way too short,
if I really wanted to sink
I'd cut you off and say goodbye
with a bit of tongue and a wink,
a bit of tongue and a wink.
Bruises, fuses, everyone loses.
So tonight I'm running out the rest of my life.