Lawyers, Guns and Money - The Pretty Flowers

Main results I don't know why I keep believing That one day they'll bring us together When they've shown, in more ways than one That all they care about is the dollar You belong to the one political party I belong to the one musical party Our differences are worlds apart Just like guns and roses If we don't take control of the situation We'll stay forever in this ya commotion These guns and the roses That we've got to live with These guns and the roses That we've got to live with These guns and the roses That we've got to live with How can five years of power Destroy a lifetime of togetherness One time we were judged by the color of our skins Now we are judged by the color of our flags Let us unite against being divided You belong to the one political party I belong to the one musical party Let us take control of the situation Otherwise we'll be trapped in this These guns and the roses That we've got to live with

When your fire was electrical And lies felt like the truth You burned just like the sun at night And you were in your youth The summer made relationships That time could never fade The rules were like the beach at night Lost under a haze I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When I'm next to you Making off with an old love letter Sunlight's got a light that's better For spitting out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floor Life is just a spectacle You brag about to your friends Figure out your use sometimes When you step outside of trends Run on like a paragraph That needs to be cut up Stuck inside my head at night Never waking up I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When you're next to me Making off with an old love letter Sunlight's got a light that's better For spitting out out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floor I can spit a lot of nothing You're bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When you're next to me

Tracking time with coffee cups Conversations resolute You're picking up the pieces When you're trying not to get cute Trying not to get cute You know you really, really chip my paint There's only so many Mistakes that you can make Before you drop the crate Drop the crate I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I could be your passenger I could navigate the bends The forks, the dirty floors Cleaning up the mess Cleaning up the mess What I have, I've given up I've been driving around some parking lots Just trying to kick up dust Trying to kick up dust I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up I can see your wires, the part of you you're making up You know you really, chip my paint There's only so many Mistakes that you can make Before you drop the crate Drop the crate

Tell me everything you know I've got a lot of time, I don't wanna go Distracted by all those horrible sounds Coming from the radio You've got a couple friends, they're not your crew They're all practice punch with no follow-through The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe If it's all the same to you, it's nothing I'd rather do It was clear as mud to me, floating like a tarp on top of the sea Now there's nowhere to go to stop the sound of the radio The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe The ocean got you so confused The ocean got you so confused (so confused) That there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe

Some girls always try To make it hard to leave Lace your boots up boy You can't resole your soul Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your buildings down Those threads of memories I pull to get to you Though little steps I took Can't trace them back again How can you feel regret For things that haven't happened yet? Some girls always try To make you see yourself Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your fucking buildings down