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Dance Gavin Dance

Long Nights In Jail

 

Long Nights In Jail

(álbum: Jackpot Juicer - 2022)


Can't defend your code, nothing lasts forever
Sneaky undertones give way to adventure
Don't tell me what to believe
No, don't tell me when to be free
Hatch another tale for you to sell
Story's getting stale, we know the smell

You like 'em in submission, but all you give is ammunition
You underrate their intuition, they won't ask for your permission

Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue?
Finer palate, how's your dad's estate?
Are you looking for love?
Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done
Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution

Long nights in jail
I think I met the one, he posted my bail
Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled
11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution

Get up out my house, I know you're both lying
You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying
I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying
Get up out my house bitch, I ain't Bryan

Don't tell me what to believe
No, don't tell me when to be free
Save it for the sheep, already tamed
I answer to me, unashamed

You like 'em in submission, but all you give is ammunition
You underrate their intuition, they won't ask for your permission

Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue?
Finer palate, how's your dad's estate?
Are you looking for love?
Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done
Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution

Long nights in jail
I think I met the one, he posted my bail
Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled
11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution

Get up out my house, I know you're both lying
You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying
I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying
Get up out my house bitch, I ain't Bryan

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