This Year I Lyrics

Here's something that you can relate to

Playground speed and night tremors

What do you do about it?

The Lamb of God is in a butcher boy suit

Go outside and you'll catch your death if you're trying to

Does this apply to you?

They didn't hold from the snow of last year

This year I got my head slammed into the turnbuckle


She snuck out when no one was looking

I remember titty coins that my father kept

I stole them while he slept

I'm afraid I'll have to send my regrets

I'm afraid of the air around me and what I could get

Quiet on the set!


(Heroin, heroin, heroin, heroin

Burnt grass, burnt grass, burnt grass, Puddin Tane

You know the game, it's all the same)

Good night!