How many trees to a west end lot?

How many smokes left have you got?

I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop

There's piss on my boots, how'd you make it stop

The dance pack's looking for a crash pad spot

I'm all alone

I'm at the top of the pack

Lay to the people, and maid to the pines

I'll be awning that lady

I'll be riding her line, whoa

Smoking outside the Computel

I'm already never gonna fail you

Shaking in your clots

And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts

You got one kind of trouble

It's the one that's on your back

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

And you're shoveling shit, and they pay you to talk

My young little souls, unlearning to walk

Clover green

Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street

The softening blows, the blind heights

A warm winter coat, that's corn row

The softening blows, and the blind heights

That's a cold tow through the corn rows

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

Take note, and elope for the fore