Kiss kiss, bang bang
Gotta tug on the hanging man
Suck you clean
Turn the penile into pentane
Flee your cell
Because I could chop it down
You can't disappear
Because you're already gone

No trumpet sounds when I am coming
No drum beats as a mourning ear
I'm standing on the roof of the world

You won't be saved
From the builder in the morning sun
You won't be spared
From cheating at your solitaire
Keep all that soul
Put the freedom in past form
The joke's on you
But now you're laughing at me

I'm putting in my two weeks' notice
As of two fuckin' weeks ago
I'm not in the running anymore
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Mayday Lyrics

Tomahawk – Mayday Lyrics