Life, like movies, are better with with a soundtrack. Even if it's an American Pie-ish soundtrack full of Blink-182 and other teen angst shit, it adds at least a little something to the endeavor. College football needs a soundtrack. And, no ESPN, that does not mean Kenny Fucking Chesney songs accompanying seizure-inducing quick cut highlights. Talk about fucking up something previously thought unfuckupable...anyway, on to the music.
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I cursed myself for being surprised
that this didn't play like it did in my mind.
Now you can drag out the heartache
Baby you can make it quick
Really get it over with
And just let me move on
Don't concern yourself
With this mess you left for me
I can clean it up, you see
Just as long as you're gone
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
As she laughed and danced through the field of graves
And there I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team