P.o.s. - Graves (We Wrote the Book) lyrics

Yeah Come on the desperation stay the same Grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain You won't find no letter by my remains Not caught dead settling No black sweater, slacks or shoes With any pennies in a federal stake A steady hand ready to drop stakes through any bloods**er Sick of the news, yeah eat him up Cover him up like headstones in the fall We don't stop, keeping it warm, keeping it hot Treading water in a rising tide Throw it on, ride whatever we on Dawn whenever we wonder, we don't ask why Correct, the best shoe's the worst step Some tools to work with, confused and worthless Peruse the surface but don't dig deep enough Wait, they, they turning in they graves We, we dig them up and rearrange Aim, take them out the way they came Switch them out the frame You got to find something else to hang You didn't get mature, you got tame They ain't the same Thoughts convertible, that's what I'm on Keep living in your box What is that, a Scion? Cool, it's all fool's gold, ask me What's the goal fool? Dig deep, like six feet Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me I'm busy working with that shorthand shovel Fools ready to pound moves, bloody knuckles Keep the surface free, don't ask me I'm busy working with that shorthand shovel Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles, don't ask me Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me I'm busy working with the shorthand shovel Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me I'm busy working with the shorthand shovel Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles Graves, shovel, let's get to it We wrote the book, they'll have to remain truant We wrote the book by moving the blame to it We wrote the book by keeping the change Digging up graves, shovel, let's get to it We wrote the book, the hobbies will stay ruined We wrote the book, the how to remain stupid We wrote the book by checking the aim Digging up graves, come on, shovel them bones We wrote the book by cutting the dead clones We wrote the book by smashing a dead phone Getting a good second alone before Digging up graves, shovel, let's get to it We wrote the book by moving the blame to it We wrote the book, my civil just ain't do it We wrote the book, now look at the fame Digging up graves