Choking on the pulp of it
You kept me on your long line
Tugging in the whole time
And that silent head grip
Is telling you there's a countdown
To add that one a long time
Said it will be a tall climb
Said that we could go back
Said that we could go find
Said that you were coke blind
That's a comrade, making a comrade offer
Made my mind and my heart all split up over
There's a floor to the jackpot
You don't even lie to me no more
They say you ain't a comrade
Still, I'd know you'd come back
For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down a fortress now
Stained with your conscience
You are just lawless, son
Give it another fortnight
Just rid the fucking pulpit
I ain't giving you another full ride
Said it didn't bump you right