Jim Songtext
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Jim Songtext
(I′m ready when you guys is)
(Rolling, Jason?)
It's time to sleep, it′s time to leave
To loose the binds, to lose a mind
Time to exhale, to drink the green sea
To drift upon the scarlet breeze
It's time, it's time, it′s time to begin
It′s time, it's time, it′s time to just leave
Let's raise up our hands in prayer
Walk barefoot upon this carpet of air
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Let′s string up the man at the top of the stairs
Let's piss on the city that′s burning down there
Jim, Jim, Jim, oh, Jim
Jim, Jim, it's time to begin
Ride your mechanical beast to Heaven
Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Ah, don't cry, sweet plum, no regrets
We will strangle you up in the loft
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
These methadrine teeth are piled up in the sink
And your mother is screaming to finish him off
Now, Heaven will come
We will rise again
Yeah, Heaven will come
We will win
It is 200 miles to
The place where we begin
Yeah, Heaven will come
We will win
(Rolling, Jason?)
It's time to sleep, it′s time to leave
To loose the binds, to lose a mind
Time to exhale, to drink the green sea
To drift upon the scarlet breeze
It's time, it's time, it′s time to begin
It′s time, it's time, it′s time to just leave
Let's raise up our hands in prayer
Walk barefoot upon this carpet of air
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Let′s string up the man at the top of the stairs
Let's piss on the city that′s burning down there
Jim, Jim, Jim, oh, Jim
Jim, Jim, it's time to begin
Ride your mechanical beast to Heaven
Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Ah, don't cry, sweet plum, no regrets
We will strangle you up in the loft
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
These methadrine teeth are piled up in the sink
And your mother is screaming to finish him off
Now, Heaven will come
We will rise again
Yeah, Heaven will come
We will win
It is 200 miles to
The place where we begin
Yeah, Heaven will come
We will win
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