January 17 Lyrics

Gun on your front porch next 2 the tiles and welcome mat

Out comes a flag that says bang!

What do u fight for is it to die for, is it so bad?

Enough to shoot out in vain?

You pass it over and up end out if bounds

I pass a note in ur name

I cross it over now it's a foul

I shoulda known who I was playin!

On the board

I dont know

But it always seems to get away

But now

It's all in my hands!

Yea I'll go

I dont know

But I always seem to get in my way

But now it's all in my hands

Throw down the broken glass before I fall down

It's just reflection of self

Pick up a gun and put that book down

Last on the "self help" shelf

On the board

I dont know

But it always seems to get away

But now

It's all in my hands

Yea I'll go

I dont know

But I always seem to get my way

But now it's all in my hands

On the board

I dont know

But it always seems to get away

But now

It's all in my hands!

Yea I'll go

I dont know

But I always seem to get in my way

But now it's all in my hands