Thronester

I was aching So much fighting Couldn't stand the way the faces looked Without a little knuckle action across the chin Baby check me out Check me Bleed me dry I'm awake but wandering Wino showed me what it was What I was missing What it was, was face to face Thank my stars I'm shaking hands with the Bishop of Battle Raise it up Set yourself apart We all get counted We're all reprimanded Nine nine nine Got me a niner Shine shine shine Got me a shiner Paddywagon Carpal Tunnel Thronester Supervisor Congrete disguise Your face hints of wreckage Even clipped wings don't leave a good bird grounded What it was, was cheek to cheek Be glad for the upbringing of fat and indifference Eat it up Take a fist full of iron We all get counted We're all reprimanded Nine nine nine Got me a niner Shine shine shine Got me a shiner Paddywagon Carpal Tunnel Thronester Supervisor Nine nine nine Got me a niner Shine shine shine Got me a shiner Paddywagon Carpal Tunnel Thronester Supervisor Bleat it loud Spider's got a brand new bag Bleat it loud I'm the owner of an ought-four thronester Bleat it loud Spider's got a brand new bag Bleat it loud Half the world our passengers John Makarewicz - Guitar Stephen Murphy - Drums Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals