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Pat The Bunny

Let's Take A Ride Like We Used To (The Loathing)

 

Let's Take A Ride Like We Used To (The Loathing)

(album: The Volatile Utopian Real Estate Market - 2014)


Came to this world a loaded handgun, firing at random
Hit the people who were closest
Not the ones who deserved it
And some of them still don't talk to me
Can't say I blame them for a second
I'll try to aim more carefully
But it's too late for that, I reckon
But not too late for regret

I'll walk barefoot and smoke inside any chance I get
But in the mean time: come on
Let's go for a ride like we used to
Pistols drawn, screaming "liberty or death"
Although I think we wanted both somehow
But we'll take the cash instead

Stack it high, my friend
Until it reaches to the sky
And us and God can call it even
And look each other in the eyes
Like you did to the county prosecutor
Told him that you were the shooter
But they'd never take you alive
Grabbed his pen, and stabbed him in the eye
Ran off never to be seen again

When they strike, hit back harder
If you can't just hit back meaner
Everybody's got a name, and an address
And fragile bones to protect what's beating in their chest
Lash out, and vanish into mist
Gumshoes can take one in the head
Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop
And didn't bludgeon them to death
Same to anyone who's ever had a job
And didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office

So come on, let's take a ride like we used to
Daggers drawn, screaming "liberty or death"
Although I think we wanted both somehow
Came in this world a loaded handgun
I'll leave it empty, or not at all

done

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