We Want the Whip! - Gnarwolves

Right your wrongs, empty your lungs, you got shit, shit out of luck

Were you expecting glory, regailing stories of the pretty girls you’ve fucked?

It’s no cause for alarm, you’re just falling apart and that’s allright

So, lock your doors and ask yourself what you’re whining for?

You’ve got four walls and bed

So everything you hoped I’ld say is a mystery to me

You’ve got four walls and a bed, so deal with it

You’ve got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin

So by all means, spit and bleed

We could just piss and moan till we’re drunk and lonely

Sleep, consume, repeat

But come on BE REAL!

Be a fool, but be my friend

Do you need to get away?