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Where there's no smoke

We've been burned alive hearing two cent mind cut us down to size

Dancing with the spectre of unsolicited conjecture

While the emperor he sold his clothes for opening slots on local shows

But these comment of ennui aside

This boy paid to enjoy the ride

With kids who fight their battles

Not with cannons but with rattles

It was an eye for an eye about a year ago now it's all I told you so

Always had the guts somehow so nothing's gonna stop me now

But when I hear it from old allies boy well I get sidetracked

You can have it kid it's yours

And you'll find me face down bloated blue on the banks of the Trash Talk River

So press my shirt and fetch me a tie

Set to work on my obituary ai

With great foresight just a laugh it's the same as my epitaph

Here lies a mouthy kid

Raised by a picket fence

To mean what he says

When he screams

Always had the guts somehow so nothing's gonna stop me now

I've been swingin' for the fences since you thought to build them

I always liked 'em low

Nevermind the hits I take

It's all about the punches I throw

You're picking bones at the wrong d**n table boy

Swallow hard I'm going to serve it to you now

How could one slip from a grace so small as to be dismissed by a single file style

Obscure hardcore archivists

Well I'm still reeling from that fall