Colder than the snow, stuck to telegraph road (Road)
Shitty like the people from the place we call home (Home)
Midwest scum whole yard full of mud (Mud)
Deers hanging in the garages pavement covered in dried up blood
Just drying it out
Born with the hate not just trying it out
A regular guest now we riding it out
Say what you want but we 'bout what we 'bout no lying around
Scrapping the metal we silent now
Winter come down now we hiding it out
Lying about you're killing the game
This that and the other your whole shit is lame
We will be here 'til the reaper cross over the field just to see us
And even when that go
I'm sitting right back up to open my eyes and I see you
We will be here 'til the reaper cross over the field just to see us
And even when that go
I'm sitting right back up to open my eyes and I see you
We in a beautiful place
Oh we don't want to see your face
No we don't like your taste
So walk the fuck out of the way
We in a beautiful place
Oh we don't want to see your face
No we don't like your taste
So walk the fuck out of the way
We will be right here 'til the reaper comes down
And pays us a visit
We will be right here 'til the reaper comes down
And pays us a visit