09-12-2017, 12:04 PM
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Cannonball
Bobby had a single plan to leave it all to that old man.
An brand new stage; a different cast; just how long can one storm last?
I saw him and I turned away, I left him to his own decay.
He took to drink and losing fights and beaten dogs are known to bite.
And Bobby was a cannonball flying thru each shattered wall.
Not a thing would slow him down ‘til he buried in the ground.
A hunk of iron burning hot: betting on a single shot.
He knew he’d get one single fall.
Who could stop a cannonball?
Yes, who could stop a cannonball?
His treasure formed a tiny pile and getting to sleep could take a while.
Rumbling nights are dark and cold when you don’t believe a word you’re told.
Who can tell them all the cause? They never wait for Santa Clause.
They wear a shirt to hide a bruise and walk to school in dirty shoes.
And Bobby was a cannonball busting thru each shattered wall.
Pure inertia made him fly, whistling through the midnight sky.
He never knew just how to be with his potential energy,
A sonic boom will sound his fall.
Who can stop a cannonball?
Yeah, who can stop a cannonball?
Cannonball
Bobby had a single plan to leave it all to that old man.
An brand new stage; a different cast; just how long can one storm last?
I saw him and I turned away, I left him to his own decay.
He took to drink and losing fights and beaten dogs are known to bite.
And Bobby was a cannonball flying thru each shattered wall.
Not a thing would slow him down ‘til he buried in the ground.
A hunk of iron burning hot: betting on a single shot.
He knew he’d get one single fall.
Who could stop a cannonball?
Yes, who could stop a cannonball?
His treasure formed a tiny pile and getting to sleep could take a while.
Rumbling nights are dark and cold when you don’t believe a word you’re told.
Who can tell them all the cause? They never wait for Santa Clause.
They wear a shirt to hide a bruise and walk to school in dirty shoes.
And Bobby was a cannonball busting thru each shattered wall.
Pure inertia made him fly, whistling through the midnight sky.
He never knew just how to be with his potential energy,
A sonic boom will sound his fall.
Who can stop a cannonball?
Yeah, who can stop a cannonball?