| Revolve |
| Freedom or lies Step from, walk away You gotta hold your time You gotta hit it with the right of way Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen Either way it's sane Either way it's gotta mean Red sister might be chokin' But I ain't about that kind It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times Hey big body He said that i'm a true fortune lie Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives They might try to hide They have to answer both dead sense You might be right I could afford either way in Poison dandilion forms cross Big spoke down cross Stick your head on the line The flavor might be missin' He's last to cross that anyway You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power of another day Hey big body He said that I'm a true fortune lie Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives Two of them stole my might One of them stole my time Didn't you say what you wanted Denied |