Yeah, what you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down till everybody came around.
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,. In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,. I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back..
We take sour sips from life's lush lips. & we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships. Stomp out this disaster town!. You'll put your eyes to the sun & say, I know.
I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate. And eyes dilate. And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night.