White Lung Hunting Holiday Lyrics

And i'm trained to solve the time
To hunt that tree from the slime
And there's a way to get it good
There's no way you're getting me
Two hours to nine

And I know
Where I gotta, run down me
You don't, run down me
Run down me, you don't run down me

There's a hole in your shell
You're leaking yourself I could tell
And there's gotta play so you can be
Music's not getting worse
Your music's not getting worse

And I know
Where I gotta, run down me
You don't, run down me
Run down me, you don't run down me

And I'm trained
Excuse me alone
Cause there's one of you
And there's always another of you talking on the phone