Dump The Body Lyrics

Garrison Dump The Body

Trained by blaring bells Pushing paper schoolHad a better
time playing who's the fool. Tempted to fate, Loaded All
the time Debased and eyeing the bully pulpit Set to do
the crimeAll right It's nice to find A tactical place A
vicious boiling pot Some anonymous hate All right Dear
old Sam I am a ringer Set to come undone And I could
point a finger But I'd rather point a gun Give me hell,
give me pay It's an institution, institutional holiday
I'm going to get some blood on my hands I'm going to get
some blood on my hands Dear old Sam I a ringer Set to
come undone And I could point a finger But I'd rather
point a gun (Drawn over lines breeding with crime.)