The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle Songtext / Lyric

I've learned to let go

Come on



Here's a middle finger

Coming straight from oca-l-a

I appreciate your judgement

it's proved that I can't trust a word you say

those must be some pair of binoculars

that you see every move I make

so I'll never be a liar

but you'll always be two-faced



You'll get what's comin' to you

You're blinded by your instincts

I'm not your fucking game

I'm not so easily beat






I'm looking down at this mess that you've made,

and I can't believe that I stayed so unhappy for so long

Where did I go wrong?

I've got to get out of this,

my hand is on the handle,

and we're leaving everything behind

Goodbye for a lifetime



I'll rip that scandalous bitch in two

We'll bring the noise



Try to pretend that I never even knew your name,

cause everything you are disgusts me

Too bad I can't turn back time, so I wouldn't be here

Oh what I'd give for you to disappear

So tell me girly, how's your edge?



You've got nothing better to do

I know why you can't see straight

I thought you were better than this

but you're just like everyone else



I'm looking down at this mess that you've made,

and I can't believe that I stayed so unhappy for so long

Where did I go wrong?

I've got to get out of this, my hand is on the handle, and we're leaving everything behind

Goodbye for a lifetime

I'll make my stand right here with my friends

I'll make my stand right here with my friends

I'll make my stand right here with my friends

I'll make my stand right here with my friends

I'll make my stand right here with my friends

Get low

Now I know who my friends are

I'm never coming home