01 Fort Knox Mastered

verse
Wine, tilt/ through teeth and tongue.
To my/ competitor, I turn.
I taught him how to read and run-
he'll crush the can when he's done.

My guilt,/to the first-born son.
Gave me/ that virgin gun.
Now, he don't believe in love-
he'd love to have me burn-

Dear God,/ we're changing things:
Got my thumb out, I'm going green.
Hitch-hiked, short ride, fast machine, his-
his heart pumps gasoline.

My guilt,/ to the first-born king
He'd serve/ to hear me sing.
For him, I'd have did about anything
but be his little queen.

chorus
To all those who came before,
I wanna thank you for the stress and the tension;
It's all I needed, even more-
I wanna stick it to my own invention.

You came, a-knocking on my door
I let you in, with apprehension.
I'm just some ex-thief with a chore,
I can't retire without the pension.

verse
Teen kicks,/ were hard to beat.
Wasteland/ should've been sharp and sweet,
but our kind ran outta things to eat-
and so we had to drink all the wheat. 

My guilt,/to the paid and pied piper.
His touch/ was dutch if not riper.
One day he'll make a damn fine sniper-
God, he used his love to like her.

bridge
Again, I climb into my cold, high bed,
I get a good, long stare from my coal-train friend
who can see through ceilings, ever since he keeled over dead-
his favorite thing about cheating the afterlife.

Trading play cards with my curly-haired partner,
dancing all night in that red-light parlor.
Sneaking around couldn't be no harder-
favorite thing about being the miner's wife.
	
chorus
To all of those who came before,
I wanna thank you for the stress and the tension;
It's all I needed, even more-
I'm gonna stick it to my own invention.

You came a-knocking on my door
I let you in, with apprehension.
I'm just some ex-thief with a chore,
who can't retire now without the pension.

								Wine, Tilt

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