Doomtree - Twentyfourseven lyrics

It was a map and a hash pipe A half-lit matchstick One hand on the gas pump We blazed 'till we pa**ed out The blues and a mag lite A halfway highway patrolman Two hands on the dashboard slowly I'm used to the down right no good outlook A few good men look out for the bad bunch If only looks could k** look ma no bag lunch Just a body bag and a magnum have fun They lash out and your whip your lashes Another day another kid another campus Another human interest story for the ma**es 'Cause to the rest of 'em it's just subhuman madness Take a deep breath the struggle is indefinite Take another breath our freedom is so irrelevant But we don't ever forget that we won't ever regret That we all in it we live we die we rise