Dying To Hit

He’s a dumb fuck son of a bitch
He’s been out angling for a kick in the dick
He’s got a face that you’re dying to hit
He’s gonna keep it up but no
He’s never ever gonna get it

And she’s the whispering wind
A weeping willow within
In a fair, thin coat of skin
She’s got a story to tell
She’s got a heart made of fluff
With so much love to give

Nobody said it was fair
You gotta do what they say
To get your orders to get there
A losing bet from the start
The guts want what the heart want
Forget all the dark parts

One choke at a time

So get your ass off the floor
Get your ass out the door
He’s gonna play with the have-mores
One choke at a time

They’ll make a promise today
To right their biggest mistake
The guts will get what the mouth takes

Fat boy
Countries
Power engines
Started racing

Guilty
Heart dead
Pull ‘em up boy
Help in your stead

Fortunes
Won and
Lost in breezes
Crushed in seconds

Kisses
Goodbye
Thumb my nose
At careless mind’s eye
Nobody said it was fair
You gotta do what they say
To get your orders to get there
A losing bet from the start
The guts want what the heart want
Forget all the dark parts

One choke at a time

So get your ass off the floor
Get your ass out the door
He’s gonna play with the have-mores

One choke at a time

They’ll make a promise today
To right their biggest mistake
The guts will get what the mouth takes