DEATH VALLEY SUN TROOPERS - NOW I SEE WHY THEY CALL IT A HALFPIPE

Time bites like a brown recluse
Clouding my broken view
Run from the reds and blues
As I cleaned up all that was left of you
I'll bet you wish that you were sitting next to someone else

Terrified of what goes next
I can't sleep outside the crook of your neck
Never got past second best
Or any place that I could protest

Waking up at first light
Staring down the fence around a gravesite
I wonder when our names might
Print on some old stones at a funeral rite
Alright

Terrified of what goes next
I can't sleep outside the crook of your neck
Never got past second best
Or any place that I could protest

Hey Napoleon
That sounds like the end

Written by:
Sebastian Bernal

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