Into It. Over It. - Billings, Mt

From the rail yard to the rainbow
We've assembled a posse
Assembled a crew
Through stereotypes and lies

We'll turn tens into ones
And everyone except myself will know
Everyone except myself will know

Well here's a perfect scene
An eavesdropping local
A corner apartment between sobriety and insanity
We're visitors have fought the liquor of your thoughts

Oh, you chew like a champ
You'll sour your story through dental work you've lost
Dental work you've lost
Dental work you've lost

Oh, you chew like a champ
You'll sour your story through barbed-wire you've stamped
With feet we have bound
And your homeless hands

Oh, you chew like a champ
I'll spit back what you spit at me
Through barbed-wire we've stamped
With feet we have bound
And your homeless hands

And everyone except myself will know...
Everyone except myself will know...