Scumpunch - The Flatliners

Blamed for everything done wrong he goes and gets himself a gun

Shooting dope yeah there’s still hope he has hit the rock

Bottle to the wall

Cracks in the brick show it all too thick

You better watch where you step, you could be spreading the epidemic

Corner store robberies and everything in between this life and the next

It’ll all explode like kerosene

Shots fired bones drop it’s all that i see

I’m fucking sick of this town where the hell have you been?

It’s not over, until it’s over

Scrape the streets you motherfucker

Meet and greet with the pavement and your teeth

Economic sober nickel and dimming till we’re beat

Keep things discrete or you’ll be sucking like a leech

Now you can’t see through the clouds of defeat

Bottled up till nothings left your tops been blown

Blame it on me like everything

Well it’s okay another loose end straightened

Another time we’ll take it too far

Another bottle’s been broken another day is dawning on our faces

The disgrace that we bring to the table

Sometimes it seems theres no stopping it

Sometimes things go too far