Hey girls, hey boys
No don't mind the noise
It's just the sound of being dragged to hell
It's just a pornographic adulation ship
As we watch the spider's web eat itself

Oh there's ?
Thing we share
All that we've ever known
Turn your touch keys off
And start harvesting
We see if they jump
Very soon

It's got me singin'
Blues that hit you like a cannonball
Loud enough to break your bones
But it was written in blood
Before they wrote it in stone
So sing it with me
Like it's your own

It's got me fucked up and dried up
And fed up to get up
And bleeding and crying
Like I'm mad at the song

I'm a carbon copy
Now they get me
Uh, I don't get where we're going

It's got you strung out and bothered
And caught up and drownin'
And failin' and shot up
And feelin' you gotta run

You're a carbon copy
Now they get me
Uh, I don't get where we're going

You're gettin' backwards stayin' low luck
On the "four hundred blows"
Makes you feel like you're all by yourself
So when the chance comes along
Where you could help right a wrong
The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf

But it's heavy
I'm not ready
Do you feel like you're swimming in the moat?
Well baby follow the sound
That's shootin' our of your crown
There's only one way up from the floor

It's got me fucked up and dried up
And fed up can't get up
And bleeding and crying
Like I'm mad at the song

I'm a carbon copy
Now they got me
Uh, I don't get where we're going

It's got you strung out and bothered
And caught up and drownin'
And failin' and shot up
And feelin' you gotta run

You're a carbon copy
Now they got me
Uh, I don't get where we're going

Now, gonna tiptoe
Gonna run right forward
No, not the first time
We've been run like dogs
Oh, feel the flat bed
In the foreign ward
Oh raise your fist up
Brush the dust off
Boy it's got, got,
It's got me singing

Blues that hit you like a cannonball
Loud enough to break your bones
But it was written in blood
Before they wrote it in stone
So sing it with me
Like it's your own

Those blues that hit you like a cannonball
Loud enough to break your bones
But with the rising in love
Before we take in the song
So sing it with me
Like it's your own

Baby zip up and get up
Get ready to push up
Hey baby get ready 'cause
Yeah yeah it's gonna come

If we want to see what's possible for her
Won't move away right now

You better dust off and get up
Get ready to push up
Hey baby get ready 'cause
Yeah yeah it's gonna come

When the truth is spoken
Love's a workin'
Nothing's gonna weigh us down

Writer : JALEEL BUNTON, DAVID KYP JOEL MALONE, BABATUNDE OMOROGA ADEBIMPE, DAVID ANDREW SITEK, GERARD ANTHONY SMITH
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC OBO STUNZEED MUSIC , CHRYSALIS MUSIC