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Finish Your Drink
Oh yea
That pause in time
Before the rush
Yea you feel that right?
At its worst
You’re coming with me
Tonight
Finish your drink and get on with it
Just one thing
You gotta let me in
If sloth is your sin
Best to sit and spin
Everybody seems to win
Oh yea
When you look in them eyes
Sentimental
Yea you felt that right
Mark these words
You’re coming with me
Tonight
Finish your drink and get on with it
Just one thing
You gotta let me in
Pick your own sin
Or just sit and spin
Everybody seems to win
Finish your drink and get on with it
Just one thing
You gotta let me in
Pick your own sin
Don’t just sit and spin
Everybody seems to win
Finish your drink
And get on with it
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
SSB
Damn you look great in those jeans
But you need to be free
Let’s take them off
And keep things easy
But you feel like you have things to say
I’ll be your megaphone
Let’s hear them all
Mama didn’t raise no fool
But she don’t make the rules
In this
Let’s get it
Let’s riot
Just the way you move
You keep things smooth
Like you’ve heard it all
And it’s not easy
To be the only one who understands
The end of a story so old
It has a rattled cough
Mama didn’t raise no fool
But she don’t make the rules
In this
Let’s get it
Let’s riot
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Sucker
When she first caught me
I was unaware
No she’s got a mortgage
Growing nose hairs
Sucker punched by love
When she first found me
I was such a mess
Now I’m getting older
Cleaning up I guess
Sucker punched by love
Sucker punched by love
When she first caught me
When she pushed me under
I was going to drown
Then I drank it all
I need another round
Sucker punched by love
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Natterdays
Deliver me from sin because these demons are going to win another day.Ring me up,and pour me one for the road Clasp the reins and ride the dragons hide Take me further high to the lacerated sky Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Death has many names She'll leave you trembling all the same as those who play With a kiss upon the eye Deliver me my friend, For this Dawn has come to rise again And with it, all of my woes Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here
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June
Nails
Everyone knows it’s hard to be the hero
And your war is still so early on
When things get dark, you light it up
It’s the only way you know how to move on
Train like the ever vigilant predator
Seize every opportunity to strike
Relentless pursuit everyday
Wild abandon every night
You are the light
Even when no one else sees it
You keep the gate
When no one else thinks it’s needed
You hold the flame
When everyone else thinks it’s gone
At night disintegrated
Return the hero by dawn
And hammer away
Hammer away
No one ever stands for the hero
The shit you learn on the job
When things are a mess, you clean it up
It’s what you’ve done all along
Train like the ever vigilant predator
One day you won’t leash your bite
Burn alive every day
Stay abandoned every night
You are the light
Especially when no one else sees it
You keep the gate
When no one else thinks it’s needed
You hold the flame
When everyone else thinks it’s gone
At night disintegrated
Return the hero by dawn
And hammer away
Hammer away
Hammer away
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R.M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Knife in the Spoon Drawer
Don’t slow down
Just take it
There’s no way out
Or around it
Everyone here
Knows the lie
And there’s no one who survives
Don’t slow down
Don’t react
Only one ticket down
None to get back
Everyone here
Knows they’re right
And there’s no one who survives
Cut it loose, find your fallen side
Hold them close
Look them right in the eye
Hate to be the knife in your spoon drawer
Hate to be the crack in your side walk
Hate to be the burn in your eye
Still, everyone gets left behind
Sometimes
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Under Sea Level
Your heroes aren’t
Who you thought they’d be
Turns out they’re human
Like you, like me
And if I gave a shit at all
Maybe
Things wouldn’t have to look
So damn ugly
But I feel like I’m making the most
Stuck in the rift
And you know how that goes
But you got bullshit to do
You know you do, don’t you?
His mortal wound is the one that
No one ever sees
Leaves him open and pours him out
Never lets him be
And if I gave a shit at all
Maybe
Things wouldn’t have to end
So damn ugly
But I feel like I’m making the most
Stuck in the rift
And you know how that goes
But you got bullshit to do
You know you do, don’t you?
Here’s to not being accountable
When no body is accountable
I feel like I’m making the most
Stuck in the rift
And you know how that goes
And you got bullshit to do
You know you do, don’t you?
Here’s to not being accountable
When no body is accountable
And no body is accountable
So here’s to not being accountable
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Medicine
He’s coming around
Hard to believe it’s not over
He’s coming around
Send this fish back to the ocean
He’s coming around
Let the wind lift wings
He’s coming around
Play ‘till we complete the circle
He’s coming around
Fly free my brother
He’s coming around
Let the weight not hold you
He’s coming around
Let the wind lift wings
He’s coming around
Play ‘till we complete the circle
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios
Here Come The Ants
Balls deep down the rabbit hole we go
Head first towards the only void we know
Here comes the rain
There goes the snow
Face dive down your lovely rabbit hole
Head long towards the ever changing road
Balls deep towards the only void we know
Here come the ants
There goes the snow
Tongue ride through your lovely rabbit hole
Tongue dive down the ever changing road
Head first towards the only void we know
Here come the ants
There goes the snow
Balls deep down your lovely rabbit hole
Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios