lyrics
Know when to hit
Know when to hold
Twenty-one
I'm not an executioner
I'm not a clever pony
SECURITY saves ponies.
Shoot at me, stab me or fuck me
But whatever you do
Don't let me think
SECURITY, uhn
She's one tear out but no time to blink
She's one bullet up, here comes the brink and that's
21 shells ain't nothing to buck with
21 shots, already drank a fifth
If Red is dead, let yellow be mellow
And that is not a cello
Throw it all away like there's nothing left
Wild Pegasus whiskey on her breath
Strapped to the nine's
And amped to the twenty one's
Throw it all away like there's nothing left
Cocked eyed and high like an angel of death
Crying on the run
Mind trine with a loaded gun
Blackjack
SECURITY
Don't fuck with me
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released April 8, 2014
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