Telecaster Master

Take it Take it all in Stand idle as we pull the strings to the system Take them, take them Gestures corrupting this whole town Can't say that I knew you well Can't say that you're gonna sell All distorted, nothing's sorted out in time they ring the bell Downward goes the capitol Downward Nothing making sense Nothing making sense it's never made such sense Can't talk shit when your mouth is full of shit you've already taken One more hit till it all falls downward Next time get a shovel, baby Downward, this capitol of show Next time get a shovel, bitch Downward you dig your fucking grave