Tekst:
Piebald When Life Hands You Lemons

in the winter time put on my hate and get out of here this is the first time in twenty years I've waited forever it's almost here I'll still be dancing when

on your black let's go dance again step on each others toes hold eachothers breath when I touch your hand mine all mine all mine feels like summer again when

if it can pull the trigger then we'll destroy the liquor and here's the plan we may not win a battle but maybe teach a lesson well find out the names

a straight line I am going to take the color away touching things again just like the first time don't drag your feet it makes you look real sloppy ghosts

not an ocean at all your ocean is a sea and you've sunk my battleship but the party's not over some crash on my shore again my port is ready for you we