Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
Danko Jones
The State of Art is still on fire
And it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
Who do I go to see now that they’re not around
When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I’ve got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
During the day I'm diggin' ditches
But bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receiting "Pigeons"
Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego
When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C