We are the Fall
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall
No boxes for us
Do not f** us
We are frigid stars
We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"
As if from heaven
s**er, s**er, s**er
s**er, s**er, s**er
s**er, s**er, s**er
No stars in the zone
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs
I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone
The years go in circles
The years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, i go
I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone
A spurs fan, a warrior
Happy no-hoper
Dull, manage
I think slow
I like to blow
I like to blow
I like to blow
Concentration zone
s**er, s**er, s**er
s**er, s**er, s**er
s**er, s**er, Blow