Dancepack

How many trees in a west end lot?
 How many smokes left have you got?
 I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop
 There's piss on my boots, how'd ya make it stop
 The dancepack's looking for a crash pad spot
 I'm all loan
 I'm at the top of the pack
 Lay to the people and maid to the pines
 I'll be awning
 That lady
 I'll be riding her line, whoa!
 I'm smoking outside the Computell
 I'm already never gonna fail you
 Shaking in your clots
 And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts
 You got one kind of trouble, it's the one that's on your back
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk
 My young little soul's unlearning to walk
 Clover green
 Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street
 The softening blows, the blind heights
 A warm winter coat, that's a corn rose
 The softening blows, the blind heights
 That's a cold tow through the corn rows
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
 Take note, and elope for the fore