Maybe you're the runner up. But the first one to lose the race.Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades.
I'm gonna burn it all down. I'm gonna rip it out. Well,everything that you employ Was meant for me to destroy. To the ground now. So don't you fuck me around. Because I'll shoot you down. I'm gonna drink,fight and fuck. And pushing my luck. All the time now.
Maybe you're the runner up. But the first one to lose the race.Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades.
Demolition,self-destruction. What to annihilate. The age-old contradiction. Demolition,self-destruction .What to annihilate. The old age.
I'm not fucking around. I think I'm coming out. I'm a hater, a traitor. In a pair of Chuk Taylors right now. I'm not fucking around.

