Thumb through the coins - spill the gas - take a whiff
Pick a cause - check your watch - take a risk - strike a match
The stitching in your pocket won't hold - shake a fist
Run a chase - check the list - take a blow to the face
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the gra** quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to hara**
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
Beg for the scraps - stack 'em on - steal a gun
Load 'em up - no lead? - skip a loop just for fun
So you want to be sicker or just sick? - take your pick
Check the box - know the talk - find a window - throw a rock
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the gra** quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to hara**
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
So hot to look lost - show the tag - what's it cost?
s** it in - spit it out - cinch the noose - end the doubt
Sleep in your dreams - ask your friends what it means
Find the gaps overlaps who you are in between
Grab like a kid - pack your bags - slam the lid
Take a hit off the smoke that you already choke
Like a dog you just scratch for an answer to anything
Answer for everything - buried in lies
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the gra** quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to hara**
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the gra** quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to hara**
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
See the ugly one in - let the insects win
Retching pregnant bride - when the insects win