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this is where our profits lie
dusted coats and hopes and familiar skies
don't cut the rope, dont burn it alive
gather on the common and fixate your eyes
nothing ever was. nothing will ever be.
not even judgement day.
to a better world, to the record.
while we've been sweeping crumbs and begging for toast
(oh no a new cliche, oh no another wasted day)
the conversation trickles down to mortgages and bread
if i had a million dollars i would still be stuck in bed
the cops and the lawyers and bank CEOs
play hard to get all dressed up in wolves' clothes
my pockets are empty, my watch ticks past 5
don't cut my rope, don't burn me alive
down cyanide
go out with the tide/sleep outside

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from Punks Like You​/​King of the Hill, track released October 10, 2009
lyrics by Anthony

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