Bottle Emotions - Pet The Preacher

Well, you gotta shut the fuck up

And then I’ll give the truth for free

I found it at the bottom where it was

Waited for me

Just wait for a second for it

To launch from my tongue

If it sounds stupid well, I know

That I’m saying it alone

Well, oh it has to be a love

Cos it really burns in my throat

With the taste of bourbon and

The roads that we rode

So I bet I’ve heard it before

With cone struck my heart

In at this play, yeah listen

To the blue singers part

And he goes~

The fuck you’re all were screams like laughs?!

Yeah, a lots of my world

While peering booze turning to an oceans

A haze mixed me with my bottle emotions

And he is part of my careless

But not part of my picture

But at night, it’s a part of

What I’m turning into

This part of my bottled emotions

It’s part of my bottled emotions

It’s part of my bottled emotions

I’m peering last bottle of emotions