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Buckeye

Turn on all the lights and punch them out

All four burners going, pile it on fire

Metal sparks in the nuclear box

Fist through a window pane

And our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floorSmoke rolling across the ceiling

Suck down the bride's champagne

And swallow a few more sleepy ones

Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate

Speak in the name of suffering as loud as it getsKnuckled holes in everything spittle

And love fling into a crying eye that runs away

A dead dog in the street nothing brings a slain king back

You'll never know the bittersweet smell

Of leaving this world of your own volition, so jacked up

Songwriters

Abe Spear;John Campbell;Chris Adler;Mark Morton;David Randall BlythePublished by

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