Shadetree Mechanics - The Bled

Collect your bones

Man did you hear the news

The boy’s back in town and he reeks of the blues

Warm welcome home

To the bitter truth

So someone spiked the drinks

With bad blood tonight

The venom takes control

I’m kicking down the door

So fuck the invite

Spare me the small-talk

Every second the price

On my head grows

I’m dodging bullets

From a gunman who everybody knows

I can hear you calling out

But it’s a waste of your time

And i just can’t bring myself

To slap a mouth that never shouts

So raise our glasses one more time

May the best man overdose on pride

I could destroy you

But not in these shoes

You lack the stones to be more than a metaphor

I saw this coming

Slow as an avalanche

Here’s some advice for you

Next time make sure you put at least

Two bullets in the head

So make this your last mistake

This is not a cheap shot

It cost an arm and a leg

So please give me something to shake

Something to lean

On something to shatter or break

I can hear you calling out

But it’s a waste of your time

And i just can’t bring myself

To slap a mouth that never shouts

But i heard that you were calling out

But it’s a waste of your time

May the best man overdose on pride

So go ahead state your name

Next time there will be no next time

Next time there will be no

Next time there will be no next time

Next time there will be no