From the recording Self-Titled Debut LP
Running with the lights on when I show my face
Like roaches, They are both the same
You got your motives and a great disguise
I bought it, What you tried to hide
Who am I crawling under?
Whose eyes are resting on her cheeks?
I wish this all was over
We'll talk about it in our sleep
Who you got your sights on?
Who you aiming at?
If you pull that trigger, You can't take it back
No bed of roses where their taking us
The trumpet's where we all end up
Numbskulls like to talk
Out the side of their jaws