The Dust Patrol by Steve Taylor, The Danielson Foil

Wow to the Deadness by Steve Taylor, The Danielson Foil

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The Dust Patrol
by Steve Taylor, The Danielson Foil

Album: Wow to the Deadness

Walk a mile whack a mole
When the muddy waters part
Time drags you down a hole
Lotta lovin' gone wrong
Gone south got caught
In a cottonmouth

Call in The Dust Patrol
We're gonna roll your thunder
We're gonna show
What's under it all
Flesh will crawl

Plan Be play ball
Place your bets
Cool your jets
You're a shark
You're a narcoleptic
Antiseptic fame whore
Of a different color
From the poor suckers

Call in The Dust Patrol
We're gonna roll your thunder
We're gonna show
What's under it all
Flesh will crawl

Too alone tag along
Took a long time looking
To elongate any love-like
Temporary state
But it's too late too late

Life and death is in the tongue
Like dust, it trains and it trails
Growing down fast hand in hand
The defense rests stars and sand

Suit yourself s'il vous plait
Say your prayers
When a mean sock puppet
Hits you hard with another
Soul punch to the gut
To the gutter such a pro...
I'm lying
So prone...
I'm lying
So prone
All skin (and buttons)
And bones I lie...
So prone I lie...
So prone I lie...
I lie