Howlie by Tomahawk Lyrics

Fat, dumb and poor
Who will scrape you off the floor?
Lean, sharp, clean
Why ? the scene

Thirteenth step
Thirteenth step
What the fuck's next?
Thirteenth step
? health can
? houses as you were showing toes red
I'll be lying to you all the time from my sickbed
? selfish mind

Let's do it like depraved teens still fucking
Sewer systems still sucking
Grimy old vault cold cases
Pregnant faces
When your ox gets gored
Then the story changes
Doomsday fatigue
We all jerked off to the same thing
What's your plan?
How do we put food to pan?
Howlie, get off the island
Get off my land
Get off my land

Back to your regular scheduled programming

Where's my soul?
Where's my soul?
Where's my soul?
Where's my soul?

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