Trumbull - Stef Chura

Trumbull, it’s the only road I know

I stumble just to get to the gold and I fold

You under a rock that I know

Well, I’m told you don’t

You can’t, no, you won’t

Get that whipping grease lobotomy

And figure out how to fix the sheets

No, I’m told you don’t

Oh, you can’t and you won’t

Get that whipping grease lobotomy

And figure out how to fix the sheets

No, I’m told you don’t

Trumbull, it’s the only road I know

I stumble just to get to the gold and I fold

You under a rock that I know

Well, I’m told you don’t

You can’t, no, you won’t

Get that whipping grease lobotomy

And figure out how to fix the sheets

Oh, I’m told you don’t

No, you can’t and you won’t

Get that whipping grease lobotomy

And figure out how to fix the sheets

Oh, I’m told you don’t