Check, check
Uh check, check
Check, check, check
Check, check, check, check, check
Check
Check- whoa
Don't believe what they say
We're dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct-tape scars on my honey
They don't like who you are
You won't like where we'll go
Brother, protect me now
With blood they wash in the money!
You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy
You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, right now