The Taxpayers - All Conflict, All The Time lyrics
[The Taxpayers - All Conflict, All The Time lyrics]
What am I to do with you when
Broken down at six years old?
With hammers at my throat and
Visit's to the hospital?
Where to go from this?
With trash can fires and swollen upper lips
And only mental institutions and
Certain poverty to miss?
Abandon town abandon town
Abandon town
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
What am I to do with you when
Broken down at six years old?
With hammers at my throat and
Visit's to the hospital?
Where to go from this?
With trash can fires and swollen upper lips
And only mental institutions and
Certain poverty to miss?
Abandon town abandon town
Abandon town
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time
Broken down at six years old?
With hammers at my throat and
Visit's to the hospital?
Where to go from this?
With trash can fires and swollen upper lips
And only mental institutions and
Certain poverty to miss?
Abandon town abandon town
Abandon town
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
What am I to do with you when
Broken down at six years old?
With hammers at my throat and
Visit's to the hospital?
Where to go from this?
With trash can fires and swollen upper lips
And only mental institutions and
Certain poverty to miss?
Abandon town abandon town
Abandon town
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
And it feels like battle zones tucked
Into every corner of space
And if this place begins to resemble Ohio
We'll move on again
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time
All conflict, all the time