Making A Mess - Glue

I stand in salute to the last guns to shoot

The dirt off the end of these ripped up boots

Tied, tight, for flight if needed

Indeed my plights been guided through the past and greeted by

The narrow path with wide angles

We burn from the light of a solitary candle

Left on, till dawn breaks it’s head

I rather hit snooze and let the tired rest under the bed

The boogeyman laughs at his own existance

Characters reaching out from the small town distance

You missed it, sorry that i said it

Usually, my tom foolery is only for the hardheaded

With knuckles to bare and stories to share

From the infants in the game, veterans in rocking chairs

Telling me how the days of old

Have suddenly vanished with all this glitter and gold

Someday i’ll write a classic

Sureshot make your world fantastic

Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest

Release the scream, we’re making a mess

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

I tells pops not worry, it’s a temporary fix

We live life to die or die trying to get rich

It’s all the same no matter how you throw the dice

You get snake eyes, hear the same thing twice

One plus one equals 2, much time on your hands

Kick the habit for the supply and demand

Now’s the moment to recruit your neighbors

Seperate the rookies from the players in the majors

Hit hard, stick fast, give your neck whiplash

It’s all gonna change once these checks get cashed

But the money is gone as quick as it appears

The oppisite ideology of our careers

The past is gone, realize and move on

The pioneers got us here and we can’t do them wrong

If they could move suburbs with words from the ghetto

Then the vibe is still traveling through jazz, folk, and metal

Someday i’ll write a classic

Kill a beat to have six carry the casket

Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest

Release the scream, we’re making a mess

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Kick down the door, break the glass ceiling with the four four

Tight enough to tip the odds and even the score

Me and the music go back to being children

We used to fight for fun now it’s all business

Flashing peace signs while blasting kool g rap

Sometimes the road to riches looks just like that

Image of cyphers, in the freezing night

Standing outside the show in the circle of life

Bright lights shining eternal from the city of chi

To the new hamp state of mind in autumnal skies

Hear it the devils cry, fear it in the heavy sigh

Something’s got to give, so i’m giving all to get mine

Mid twenties superstar

Never had a credit card

To live debt free in these clubs and bars

1000 mile trips, make your head do backflips

Moving the crowd like this takes years of practice

Someday i’ll write a classic

Sureshot make your world fantastic

Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest

Release the scream, we’re making a mess

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Someday i’ll write a classic

Kill a beat to have six carry the casket

Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest

Release the scream, we’re making a mess

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life

Dance till your death

Move with all of your life