Bootsauce

Scratching a whole in your memory
Is like taking the bare from your back
Grinding a blade on the block of truth
It's the reason we're all in this mess

Spitting it out at the sermon
Makes you crawl along ground on all fours
Waiting for some kind of repense
For the crime of passion remorse

Look - at your life for a second
Look - as it passes you by
Look - at all your complaining
Look - what it gets you is nice

Scratching a whole in your Levi's
Just like screaming out loud in the night
Waiting for life just to catch you
Sometimes giving you time to collapse

Hunting your lunch with a pitchfork
I was lovin' to get you with spite
Funkin' it up for no reason
You should've never given me the chance

Look - at your life for a second
Look - as it passes you by
Look - at all your complaining
Look - what it gets you is nice

Scratching a whole in your pocket
I was looking for lunch in your bag
Searching for truth in your mouth half-closed
I was pissing on type, not on kind

Hoping for your soul salvation
I was trying to keep you on top
Wishing you well from the ship of life
I was hoping...

Look - at your life for a second
Look - as it passes you by
Look - at all your complaining
Look - what it gets you is nice

Look - at your life for a second
Look - as it passes you by
Look - at all your complaining
Look - what it gets you is nice