Whiskey And Ritalin

Fair To Midland

Narrator: now soon enough, someones gonna come along, could be your neighbor, could be your husband, could be your wife, hell, could be your best friend. there gonna come along and put a stick in your spokes, and when they do, i want you to thank them, cause is it so bad when you're airborne, that the only thing going through that little head of yours is hitting the ground.

Saddle up!

Hand to heart and hand to head,
A string of teeth and tears of infared,
He finds life in the white noise,
All i hear is static in his voice

When he's singing, up at the moon
Cause you'll degrade
You're imagining things, you're pretending you see,
As he's mixing his self respect.

You're inventing it all, the thin air it grows slow,
We'll conquer the fox and sun!

Black pianos argue to the ground
When he dialed 911,
Busy signal sampled through his phone

When he's singing, up at the moon
Cause you'll degrade
You're imagining things, you're pretending you see,
As he's mixing his self respect.

You're inventing it all, the thin air it grows slow,
We'll conquer the fox and yet

You taught us to run
But now who's to speak?
You're dropping an anchor
Then you're comin' with me
And on the way down
Asleep with the fishes
What you told me to believe
We can both live again

And you better hope,
Or learn how to talk,
Cause you're coming with me

And all the way down,
You sleep with a gun,
You're comin with me.
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