Since I'm putting down
All the true things around
But I like it.
Handed down the crown
Given jewels and the
Answers to May.
The thought of being ousted
Comes and goes.
Comes and goes.
When I think about it
The wind blowes.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it.
Run me out of town
Somewhere a move might intended
A gown at.
Pissed at all the bowels
Always blues and a
Delicate smile.
Missed all of the sideways
Gull and noun.
Gull abd noun.
Chills and pretty band aids
Wrapped around.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it.
Good grief.
Good grief.
Since I'm putting down
All the true things around
But I like it.
Handed down the crown
Given jewels and the
Answers to May.
The thought of being ousted
Comes and goes.
Comes and goes.
When I think about it
The wind blowes.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it. Hate it.
Hate it.
Writer(s): David Eric Grohl, David Grohl
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