Christpuncher EP

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Broken glowsticks
The potion that they make
It only takes an hour to brew
The ingredients are the greedy entrails
And the blood of a crypt crew

(Theres more!)

I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking a father from his father's top hat
I'm talked woahs
I'm talking oohs and wah-wahs,
They put that pedal in the metal pot
Yeah

Here's a bag
It's filled with money
To whoever gets it first
Here's a bag
Its filled with money
To whoever makes it quick and clean
The queen will click her heels and send you back to Papa's field
The queen will click her heels and send you back to Papa's field
(She's a cutter)

I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks

And I'll never make it
And I'll never make it home (home)
Cause they will never let me go
They will never let me go home (home)

Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
(And that's right)(And that's right)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
(And that's right)

And that's right
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking broken glowsticks
Broken glowsticks
Broken glowsticks



The Bullets
I drink for the armor, and she drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
I put it on, and it always fits
Just gotta watch out for the bullets
I drink for the armor, and she drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
I put it on, and it always fits
Just gotta watch out for the bullets

Ah ha, oh no
Ah ha, oh no

The guns are blarin'
But I just don't care, and
It's always comeback
We're not beyond that
but I always come back

I drink for the armor, and she drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
Her brains a bomb and her mouth's a fist
I'm always bleeding from the bullets

I drink for the armor, and she drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
I put it on, and it always fits
God Damn Ive learned a lot from the bullets


'Cause when I left her
It felt worse than when I've cheated
It felt worse then high treason
'Cause when she was gone
It felt worse than van tippin'
It felt worse than bad trippin'
Worse than,
Worse than father killin'
Worse than,
Worse than mother pills stealin'
Worse than,
Time release paint peelin'

I'm
I'm
You're coming around
You're coming around
I'm (coming) coming around
I (coming) came back around
Your're (coming) gonna come back around
Your're (coming), you're comin' around
...lest you die, you die

Oh no
Oh no

Ah ha, oh no
Ah ha, oh no

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