Holy Name

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