Lyrics

Oh no, there goes another barbecue God damn, my plans have all been misconstrued I know I've seen the squad of hateful fools Burning ambers into the nightly news Doesn't feel right To be home, watching from your drone But I can take you outside If you stop this fight happening over there Tell me that you care Come back, come back, come back to barbecue The feed on screen is showing nothing new I know I've seen the squad of hateful fools Burning ambers into the nightly news Doesn't feel right To be home, watching from your drone But I can take you outside If you stop this fight happening over there Tell me that you care I won't be there, I won't be there in my head I can't take it, I can't it from the dead I won't be there, I won't be there in my head I can't take it, I can't take it I don't care what it feels like I just want those fools to die I don't care what it feels like I just want those fools to die
Writer(s): James Vaughn Hunt Iii, Trevor Michael Mustoe, Sean Michael Fahey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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