Wake up You've been dreaming again of the news Tired times You're confused for days I'll never leave this house I swear He blew up half of the school With the fire cracker It's true He laughs to the girls that he likes Fuck that he's got a homemade haircut Take me down into the underground Tastes so sweet it's just a simple sound They won't swallow me whole This school's gonna suck by soul Complain He's stuck in his own fair game Back and forth in his mind With mud wiped over his face Fuck that he's got a homemade haircut Stop digging trying to find your soul They stole it and fed it to all their wolves Soldiers walk around in circles Soldiers walk around in circles Waiting for all their lives to surface They'll keep wishing that god shows up They'll keep wishing for friendly fire The home haircut that saved us all The home haircut that saved us all Now it's time to take the fall Now it's time to surface
