Holy Name
Mr. Dream
37
Rock
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Oh, it never made sense to me
Ya cut it but it never bleeds
An ocean but it wasn't deep
And detrimental to the team
Go
Run around the lazy screens
Cause losers have to wash the sheets
And losers never move their feet
So shoot it when you're hot
Not servin' (damnation, damnation)
Not servin'
Not servin'
Not servin'
Whoa
It never made sense to me
Another nut in the machine
It doesn't look like blood to me
But everybody's red, oh
Not servin' (damnation, damnation)
Not servin'
Not servin'
Not servin'
Callin' in the pros
Stealin' all the signs
Suckin' down the wine, the wine...
All the wings but no control
All the things we oversold
Make the cuts, collect the gold
All the wings but no control
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