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Oil Can - Infantree
It seems from the west plane
To the east
Seems like somebody call the police
Fast one shot though it wasn't him
See here nobody likes the police
Made myself into what I was
Waiting for
Like maybe I made myself my old man
Well he's got the looks in the family
But I've got the blues
So I know what happen in his shoes
Constantly cutting the corners
Continue to lose
I'd rather kick around the old news
So hasten your vacancy till
You're around for good
Assuming the opposite don't come at all
What's on your mind
Well so am I
I gotta write 'em on a paper baby
And every time always in a line
Imagination starts to taper baby
Just treading water
I sink when I'm stoned
When I remember that I'm all
So somebody new had to proove
I'm in same scream alone
And I can do laps in my room
So my body is dry
An oil can from my mind
But I'm not the mind
What's on your mind
Well so am I
I gotta write 'em on a paper baby
And every time always in a line
Imagination starts to taper baby
Here I was holding your place
When I made a move
Still your family will say they love you
Wherever you're going
They won't turn around now
'Cause they're all marching
To their own groove
And blood can't be thicker
When water is rushing in
You sell out your mother
Your brother and kin
