Faulty Times - Black Mountain

I was seventeen

In nineteen thirty-three

Splitting out of my seams

Can’t you see what I’ve seen?

I’ll be one one four

By the third world war

Faulty times

Faulty times

Let’s smoke some kill

And get outta this place

Lived a life of crime

Since about grade nine

So whose side you on?

Whose side you on?

But ain’t it a loss

A dental floss?

Faulty times

Faulty times

Let’s smoke some kill

And get outta this place

'Cause nobody likes your

Fucked up plans

Of shooting up some foreign land

That’s spread it’s weight

In spite of all your laws

That’s spread it’s weight

In spite of all your laws

I was seventeen

In nineteen thirty-three

Splitting out of my seams

Can’t you see what I’ve seen?

I’ll be one one four

By the third world war

Faulty times

Faulty times

Let’s smoke some kill

And get outta this place

'Cause nobody likes your

Fucked up plans

Of shooting up some foreign land

That’s spread it’s weight

In spite of all your laws

That’s spread it’s weight

In spite of all your laws