your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
at your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'Mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a
die so maybe I can get a chance Without a song about makin' bitches dance I hope all the clubs close 'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building Should burn
A fading photo on a wooden shelf Sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy From what you call the good old days The bitter taste of fall
your head in check Our love is never coming back I know it's you, I can forget our love forever ending You're just a waste of a song, you're a simple
best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a
Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me 'til your knuckles are burning white All your tears Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years
just like me To come undone Get mad and lose my head Leave with the bitter taste Of poison on my tongue From the things I said Things I said You left a
Care for a little necrophilia I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the
tongues A tight grip on me Ha ha! I burn in Hell No one makes me slave God remains insane Burden of no taste Life's reality If I had a choice
in the promised land Death in all the centuries is what I left behind The knowledge, brought to the world Is growing with a bitter taste In a dream
sing In traumatic devotion Of what the future brings Burning in 1999, drowning in 99 Burning in 1999, drowning in 99 With the taste of bitter freedom
WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON Look in the mirror, wipe the guilt from your eyes Take a drink to chase the bitter taste left over from your lies You go right
