Caught by a camera taken a shutter speed my neck's in a knot
(two beads at the end) the bolt-cutters close, my head rolls again trapped in your own snare voices fly at me. snap like a tiger strikes at a snake, I feel like a poker in someone's fireplace
Writer(s): Mike Watt, George Hurley, George Michael Hurley
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