Emissions

Peaking out the window The sound crescendos and Hollers out the back quarters There's dollars hidden in closet pockets I promised everybody I would be honest But they didn't realize that my fingers behind my back would be crossing I've been fighting with demons Longer than Even Stevens I'm even with levels and Level out the wrinkles in my t-shirt I prayed to God 'cause this tea hurts I need a dentist my teeth hurt My patience too low to be metered I'm about to explode Save my soul, save my soul I'm about to explode Save my soul, save my soul Save my soul, save my soul I'm about to explode Save my soul, save my soul