Late night creepin's got me tangled up in secrets I don't like.
I'm not the type for the white belt red tie life.
It's something that I never tried. No notes in my book,
'Cause it's all a memory.
My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me.
I'm sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan.
I'm comfortable in flames. Don't care if he'll be waiting.
I'm sailing down to hell.
I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life.
Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright.
I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends.
It's worth more than I can ever, ever spend.
| # | Top 3 None More Black |
|---|---|
| 1 | None More Black - We Dance On The Ruins Of The Stupid Stage |
| 2 | None More Black - Zero Tolerance Drum Policy |
| 3 | None More Black - Wishing There Were Walkways |