Holy Name - MR. DREAM

Oh, it never made sense to me

Ya cut it but it never bleeds

An ocean but it wasn’t deep

And detrimental to the team

Go

Run around the lazy screens

Cause losers have to wash the sheets

And losers never move their feet

So shoot it when you’re hot

Not servin' (damnation, damnation)

Not servin'

Not servin'

Not servin'

Whoa

It never made sense to me

Another nut in the machine

It doesn’t look like blood to me

But everybody’s red, oh

Not servin' (damnation, damnation)

Not servin'

Not servin'

Not servin'

Callin' in the pros

Stealin' all the signs

Suckin' down the wine, the wine…

All the wings but no control

All the things we oversold

Make the cuts, collect the gold

All the wings but no control