Spill Your Guts Lyrics - The Flatliners

Back again, and there's nothing you can do 

I took some time and figured out your plot 

You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same, just under a different name 

Hey! 

My roots, my rules, my cuts and bruises show it all, but I don't see nothing on you 

I know what to do, you better figure it out too 

Who knew? Who knew? Who knew? 

It's time 

Everything hurt's just the same 

They say there's no room for change, but all these promises are still made 

I'll hold my breath till my head explodes 

They'll just cram it down your throat 

Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar 

No! 

I'll spill my guts on your fucking clothes 

Buy a gun, shoot someone, grow up in America 

Land of the free? Well I'm tellin' ya... 

Who makes the laws? Abides by the call? And everything else... 

I'll never figure it out 

Wake me up when the revolution's started 

Don't drop the bomb, we've gotta stop this 

Wake me up when the darkest cloud is daunted 

Make way for change, make way 

Keep kicking, vicious, you're wearing mother fucking cleats 

When the time comes, I'll be standing tall and you'll be looking up at me 

You take it all for yourself 

Yeah, that's fine, just go ahead 

It goes straight to your head, it goes straight to your head 

Your selfishness, malice, prejudice 

All in all, and the rest of the time is spent in distress 

Keep fucking taking it and taking it, until it's boiled over the edge 

And you're half over the fence, looking back