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In Remission - The Menzingers
I've got a winning lotto ticket from
the state of Massachusetts,

Tucked in the back of my wallet,
I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston,

With a blank eye from the cashier,
for why it's torn and busted, up.

I remember that moment of silence,

I was at a mall in Norridge,

Shoppers stared at the ground,

The escalators went on smoke breaks,

Oh 1918, you've yet to
see the worst of humans acting.

Maybe the future's just a little bit weirder,

Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear.

Life's a type of illness in remission,

Tucked under the weight of it all,

After a drink and we drove back
drunk through the busy city streets.

I hate how I always get nervous
every time I try to speak,

In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police.
And I hate the things that I know about you,

And all the horrible things that you do.
I don't want to be late for work today,

I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face,
Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone.

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch,
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch,
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.
If everyone needs a crutch,
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch,
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.

If everyone needs a crutch
then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you.