waiting
another day of fun filled adventure
the way of the furture
burn another bowl for pleasure
i'm sure they'll be here soon
ten minutes not more to lose
gotta itchy trigger finger that sticks like glue
broke the radio and the phone
now i got no voice to lay on
death to patience
i got use to waiting on
the way of the furture
burn another bowl for pleasure
i'm sure they'll be here soon
ten minutes not more to lose
gotta itchy trigger finger that sticks like glue
broke the radio and the phone
now i got no voice to lay on
death to patience
i got use to waiting on
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