Andrew Norsworthy Floater
Underneath the mattress I’ve got one hot round of fire
I clipped all my connections, I ripped up every wire
I say I’m already asleep then I make myself a liar
And you can’t work an honest day if you never see the sun
If there’s a job to do, it’s a job that I’ll get done
I can't say I've ever really been shy of the steel
I learned to blow my way right out of any gone wrong deal
I’ve got it in my vein, you’ll never break the seal
And I won’t defend my twisted sense of obligation
If there’s a job to do, it’s a job that I’ll get done
The way that it is now, is how it’s always been
You get frozen and then you float free again
The woman and men who, you get tied up to
They get tied up to you, then you float on through
Every night I fall into the same old cold bad dream
I’m not tied to nothing, and nothin’s tied to me
Just some sister of a cousin of a Rockefeller’s son
Then I wake up on that gun
There’s a job to do now, so it’s a job that I’ll get done
Oh yeah
There’s a job to do, it’s a job that I’ll get done
If there’s a job to do, it’a job that I’ll get done X3
