Thronester

I was aching
So much fighting
Couldn't stand the way the faces looked
Without a little knuckle action across the chin
Baby check me out
Check me

Bleed me dry
I'm awake but wandering
Wino showed me what it was
What I was missing
What it was, was face to face
Thank my stars
I'm shaking hands with the Bishop of Battle

Raise it up
Set yourself apart
We all get counted
We're all reprimanded

Nine nine nine
Got me a niner
Shine shine shine
Got me a shiner
Paddywagon
Carpal Tunnel
Thronester
Supervisor

Congrete disguise
Your face hints of wreckage
Even clipped wings don't leave a good bird grounded
What it was, was cheek to cheek
Be glad for the upbringing of fat and indifference

Eat it up
Take a fist full of iron
We all get counted
We're all reprimanded

Nine nine nine
Got me a niner
Shine shine shine
Got me a shiner
Paddywagon
Carpal Tunnel
Thronester
Supervisor

Nine nine nine
Got me a niner
Shine shine shine
Got me a shiner
Paddywagon
Carpal Tunnel
Thronester
Supervisor

Bleat it loud
Spider's got a brand new bag
Bleat it loud
I'm the owner of an ought-four thronester
Bleat it loud
Spider's got a brand new bag
Bleat it loud
Half the world our passengers

John Makarewicz - Guitar
Stephen Murphy - Drums
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals