Round up, holler girl
Ah, I will sing
Title TK
If I don't black out
Dumb made for f**ing
And missing from the party
That boy spun out
Hold what you've got
Hold what you've got
While Xenia twists up the sky
Akron flakes out
Grindcore little fury
I feel hot tire
Why is it floating in my beer
Hold what you've got
Hold what you've got
My big drum
On your big face
The one-eyed jazz
As hickeys fade (fade)
Round up, holler girl (round up)
We'll all need bigger uniforms (grindcore little fury)
It's been a few days
And I know I will have spun out
Hold what you've got
Hold what you've got
My big drum
On your big face
The one-eyed jazz
As hickeys fade (fade)
Grindcore little fury
If I don't black out
Hold what you've got