Top Bunk Lyrics - Gauntlet Hair - Gauntlet Hair

If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it 

Uh oh uh oh 

If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling 

Uh oh uh oh 

I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver 

Uh oh uh oh 

Watch what you say, you might get beaten 

Uh oh uh oh 

Too bad that I brought this out (x4) 

Look out now, you can't cope the feeling 

Uh oh uh oh 

Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar 

Uh oh uh oh 

My old mans a saint though 

Not like your own scapegoat, he hangs 

Over me, over me, over me 

Check out that girl she seems so conceited 

Uh oh uh oh 

Her mullet shows you'll always succeed it 

Uh oh uh oh 

I hope you're coy but not too defeated 

Uh oh uh oh 

Looks like you always affect how you're treated 

Uh oh uh oh 

Too bad that I brought this out (x4) 

Look out now, she can't cope the feeling 

Uh oh uh oh 

Decaying like frost that melts off a heater 

Uh oh uh oh 

My true mothers a saint though 

Not like your own with chain smoke, she hangs 

Over me, over me, over me 

That's what when I... Needed your hand 

Open me, open me, open me 

And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard 

Open me, open me, open me 

Its an illusion, next time he'll burn forever 

We fought for most of our years, bet you'll turn out bent and tortured 

Over me, over me, over me 

Its an illusion, that's how she'll burn forever 

And now I'll send you off like smoke, if you dissolve that's your torture 

Over me, over me, over me 

It's an illusion, that's how your girlfriend burns