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Warriors

from Poise. by Dropping A Popped Locket

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I've been to the opera, I've seen performances
There ain't going back to then, there's no Delorian.
If you opened up a book, you'd know what the story is.
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors.
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion's alloy.
To all my punk rockers "oi oi." Dicks out, we ain't holding no toys.
So speak with some poise.
We some Warriors.
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know.
Let em know, we were here.
We were here.

We've been more than down and this sort of town...it's not like home, it's silent and I miss the sound. Fatal if swallowed, the hole in my throat has been hallowed. But at five o'clock they take me to the gallows hole. Same bag of bones, a new soul inside. No vagabonds. Grind plates gonna grind, but accepted that the home has died. I expected a homicide. (But nothing bitch) Interject and my birdies fly (I got wings bitch)

I've been to the opera, I've seen performances
There ain't going back to then, there's no Delorian.
If you opened up a book, you'd know what the story is.
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors.
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion's alloy.
To all my punk rockers "oi oi." Dicks out, we ain't holding no toys.
So speak with some poise.
We some Warriors.
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know.
Let em know, we were here.
We were here.

Speak with some poise, eat with the boys, destroy demons or demons destroy.
This cure in my throat, has lured in the boats, siren song is not pure, no singing of hope.
There's no more time, oh, no tick tock.
We coming through with that stick talk.
Turning your granny smith to a candy apple. Turn up. We smoking that strong like Randy Savage. We don't drive by, we hop out and say "what up?" Actors act, but we take the scenes and make cuts.

I've been to the opera, I've seen performances
There ain't going back to then, there's no Delorian.
If you opened up a book, you'd know what the story is.
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors.
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion's alloy.
To all my punk rockers "oi oi." Dicks out, we ain't holding no toys.
So speak with some poise.
We some Warriors.
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know.
Let em know, we were here.
We were here.

Dude, I'm good with one O, no typos, rough sex to dubstep; this is the new bible. Jammin' on the sauce, toasting on the sauce, dab on the cross, dab on the cross.

We come in to your house dicks out...
All thanks to your mouth, dicks out...

I got something for these clowns, dicks out
I got something for their mouths, dicks out
I got 40 fucking rounds, dicks out
I got your ticket to the ground, dicks out

speak with some poise. we some warriors.

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from Poise., released April 11, 2017

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Dropping A Popped Locket Queens, New York

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