What to fear? 
The tax man? The tax man! 
Five whole years since the grand open 

Pour a beer, a Stafford Street Lager 
Raise it and cheers 
To friends and to family 
Drinking to rally 
The fun starts here 
Shotgun a beer! 

Voids for a year, prepare for an audit 
Organize, get on it 
Sit in this chair wasting my time 
I dont give a fuck 
Party full time! 
441

The Grove

There was a lack of comfort between you and me 
What we insisted to drag along 
Unevenly stitched and pulled tight 
A fault line to divide 

Kind words to show 
Now I know how a fake embrace feels 
And I realize that even though... 

You could have left a note to spare me the insult 
You could have left a note...

Fault Line

It was always there 
In the cards, everywhere 
Where were you all those days 
When everything slowly slipped away 

Im ashamed to say, I was too afraid 
I didn't even try to change the way everything fell into place 

Starting to crumble under the weight of my mistakes 
Now a choice to make 
Things don't have to be this way 

Start to unravel, start to fumble 
Heading full speed 
Things don't have to stay this way 
Im ashamed to say, I was too afraid

Fox Lake