Seven days, seven days
In the same god damn room
With two beds and a fucked up TV
Not a soul around
Why did we come to this town
We finally got our house
And Jim, scared of a little mouse
Where are the pretty people
All that my brother, he could say
Send her back to god
Send her back to god
Send her back to god
Send her back to god
This is a guitar lead, Brice
See Brice don't like guitar leads
So I've been working on a guitar lead that Brice might like
Seven days, seven days
In the same god damn room
With two bed and a fucked up TV
Was not enough to let us know
That the communal way of living
Was the way for me
So we come back to the east coast
With all you uptight motherfuckers
Who bouncing around
Taking my change
Trying to break
Your fucking heads open
that's okay motherfuckers
Cause if I had my choice
With you breaking my skull open
Send us back to god
Send us back to god
Send us back up
We love it anyway
We fuck it up today
We love it anyway
We love it anyway
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
I think I smell the kind
I think I smell the kind
Why doesn't somebody pass
That kind my way
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