In Tents

I'm not a gambling man but sometime I have to sample my chances

Dancing with wolves their pants are wool their laughs are cold and hollow cuz they have no soul

They'll catch your fall that ain't all console a holy roller with the oldest camouflage

That's when it all comes tumbling down their stumped as fuck wondering how

It could have all slipped through their hands the inside edge is the one that snags yeah fucking with stubborn sands on the hunt for another plan

Where my lovers at their sucking the fun out of sunday

I want my rubbers back

Get your ass up I'm not your savior lots of flavor shaving with occams razor

Wait a minute hey

You you don't know you don't know