Jack Stauber Rotten Apple
I'd never felt so alone in my life
And I'm rowing with seven other people
The sandbag gang
With whom I used to hang
Now hang their heads over the table
Was this the case of the rotten apple
Rotting away the whole tree?
Regardless of the thought, I'm rolling away
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
I've never felt so at home in my life
All the way from any other people
Sandbag gangland
Out with a bang
Stagnant, and sadly self-disabled
Was this the case of the rotten apple
Rotting away the whole tree?
Regardless of the thought, I'm rolling away
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
You can't get your rot on me
