Texty:
Jones Casey

cabin with his orders in his hand Said this is the trip to the Promised Land Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand Casey Jones

you've fucked a 100 girls and no plans to stop you've crushed a 1000 pills & always drink till you drop well holy fucking shit you're such a fucking

Hanging with my friends every Saturday night. Throwing stuff at bums, a few looking to fight. I love my friends, sing it with me till the end. Oh

verseone: go! you think you got me but your minds too small threaten to drop me but in not the one who'll fall lets raise out fists into the sky! yell

another trap that i feel for several in the past i'm sure there will always be more nothing ever last times dreams problems i have all alone friends

So you're fed up with your life? Time to grab the knife, no more problems, no more fears. Not even your mother's tears? Grow guts, step up.

fuck it up i'm standing strong living the words from this song no front, no fakes no fucking mistakes i'm never fading away still believe in these

we fucking have to push push against the grain to make this a better place for you and for me for all of us humanity and yes at times i feel like giving

broken face no one knows why crushed ribs and 2 black eyes all because hes never been to a show stand on the stage preaching your rage litting it go