Heart Attack

The White Buffalo

Compositor: The White Buffalo

Well, he can back up the fact that he don't attract what's a good for him
And he can spend a lot less time fillin' up his mind on wicked ways of sin
Well, he'll chase the Sun with the young and dumb and hope his heart don't quit
Don't you think it's time you spent your dime, get on with it

So I say fine, fuck it, forget it, well, you ain't no fun
Well, I like to spread my wings and try to touch the Sun
Sometimes the mirror don't see what you've become

I get back on track with a one way ticket to a heart attack
Fill my lungs in song at the Moon like a mutha-fuckin maniac
Tell my mother and mary that I'm at a dirty hairy with a loaded gun
Well, you shake your head and you finger in' mother and boy, aren't you done

So I say fine, fuck it, forget it, well, you ain't no fun
Well, I like to dress up pretty and dance upon the Sun
In the morning I don't even know what I've done
Sometimes it's hard to see what has become of me
Of me
Of me

So I spent my tender on a one eye bender on a [?]
Wake up in the morning on the bathroom floor, fully clothed
Well, I travelin' time on a carnival ride that might detonate
Hate to take a poly, but don't you think that if teen late?

So I say fine, fuck it, forget it, well, you ain't no fun
I like to dress up fancy and prance around the Sun
In the morning I don't even know what I've done
Sometimes it's hard to see, what has become of me
Of me
Of me
Of me
Of me