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Finish Your Drink 

Oh yea 
That pause in time 
Before the rush 
Yea you feel that right? 
At its worst 
You’re coming with me 
Tonight 

Finish your drink and get on with it 
Just one thing 
You gotta let me in 
If sloth is your sin 
Best to sit and spin 
Everybody seems to win 

Oh yea 
When you look in them eyes 
Sentimental 
Yea you felt that right 
Mark these words 
You’re coming with me 
Tonight 

Finish your drink and get on with it 
Just one thing 
You gotta let me in 
Pick your own sin 
Or just sit and spin 
Everybody seems to win 

Finish your drink and get on with it 
Just one thing 
You gotta let me in 
Pick your own sin 
Don’t just sit and spin 
Everybody seems to win 

Finish your drink 
And get on with it 

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin 
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

 

 

SSB

Damn you look great in those jeans 
But you need to be free 
Let’s take them off 
And keep things easy 
But you feel like you have things to say 
I’ll be your megaphone 
Let’s hear them all 

Mama didn’t raise no fool 
But she don’t make the rules 
In this 

Let’s get it 
Let’s riot 

Just the way you move 
You keep things smooth 
Like you’ve heard it all 
And it’s not easy 
To be the only one who understands 
The end of a story so old 
It has a rattled cough 

Mama didn’t raise no fool 
But she don’t make the rules 
In this 

Let’s get it 
Let’s riot 

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin 
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

 

 

Sucker

When she first caught me  
I was unaware  
No she’s got a mortgage  
Growing nose hairs  

Sucker punched by love  

When she first found me  
I was such a mess  
Now I’m getting older  
Cleaning up I guess  

Sucker punched by love  

Sucker punched by love  
When she first caught me  

When she pushed me under  
I was going to drown  
Then I drank it all  
I need another round  

Sucker punched by love  

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin  
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios  
 

Natterdays

Deliver me from sin because these demons are going to win another day.Ring me up,and pour me one for the road Clasp the reins and ride the dragons hide Take me further high to the lacerated sky Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Death has many names She'll leave you trembling all the same as those who play With a kiss upon the eye Deliver me my friend, For this Dawn has come to rise again And with it, all of my woes Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here Ohhhh, won't someone deliver here

Property of  Third Floor Studios  

June

Nails 

Everyone knows it’s hard to be the hero 
And your war is still so early on 
When things get dark, you light it up 
It’s the only way you know how to move on 
Train like the ever vigilant predator 
Seize every opportunity to strike 
Relentless pursuit everyday 
Wild abandon every night 

You are the light 
Even when no one else sees it 
You keep the gate 
When no one else thinks it’s needed 
You hold the flame 
When everyone else thinks it’s gone 
At night disintegrated 
Return the hero by dawn 
And hammer away 
Hammer away 

No one ever stands for the hero 
The shit you learn on the job 
When things are a mess, you clean it up 
It’s what you’ve done all along 
Train like the ever vigilant predator 
One day you won’t leash your bite 
Burn alive every day 
Stay abandoned every night 

You are the light 
Especially when no one else sees it 
You keep the gate 
When no one else thinks it’s needed 
You hold the flame 
When everyone else thinks it’s gone 
At night disintegrated 
Return the hero by dawn 
And hammer away 
Hammer away 

Hammer away 

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin 
Property of R.M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

 

Knife in the Spoon Drawer  

Don’t slow down  
Just take it  
There’s no way out  
Or around it  
Everyone here  
Knows the lie  
And there’s no one who survives  

Don’t slow down  
Don’t react  
Only one ticket down  
None to get back  
Everyone here  
Knows they’re right  
And there’s no one who survives  

Cut it loose, find your fallen side  
Hold them close  
Look them right in the eye  

Hate to be the knife in your spoon drawer  
Hate to be the crack in your side walk  
Hate to be the burn in your eye  
Still, everyone gets left behind  
Sometimes  

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin  
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

Under Sea Level 

Your heroes aren’t 
Who you thought they’d be 
Turns out they’re human 
Like you, like me 
And if I gave a shit at all 
Maybe 
Things wouldn’t have to look 
So damn ugly 

But I feel like I’m making the most 
Stuck in the rift 
And you know how that goes 
But you got bullshit to do 
You know you do, don’t you? 

His mortal wound is the one that 
No one ever sees 
Leaves him open and pours him out 
Never lets him be 
And if I gave a shit at all 
Maybe 
Things wouldn’t have to end 
So damn ugly 

But I feel like I’m making the most 
Stuck in the rift 
And you know how that goes 
But you got bullshit to do 
You know you do, don’t you? 

Here’s to not being accountable 
When no body is accountable 

I feel like I’m making the most 
Stuck in the rift 
And you know how that goes 
And you got bullshit to do 
You know you do, don’t you? 

Here’s to not being accountable 
When no body is accountable 
And no body is accountable 
So here’s to not being accountable 

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin 
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

 

Medicine 

He’s coming around 
Hard to believe it’s not over 
He’s coming around 
Send this fish back to the ocean 
He’s coming around 
Let the wind lift wings 
He’s coming around 
Play ‘till we complete the circle 

He’s coming around 
Fly free my brother 
He’s coming around 
Let the weight not hold you 
He’s coming around 
Let the wind lift wings 
He’s coming around 
Play ‘till we complete the circle 

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin 
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios

 

Here Come The Ants 

Balls deep down the rabbit hole we go 
Head first towards the only void we know 
Here comes the rain 
There goes the snow 
Face dive down your lovely rabbit hole 

 

Head long towards the ever changing road  
Balls deep towards the only void we know  
Here come the ants  
There goes the snow  
Tongue ride through your lovely rabbit hole  

Tongue dive down the ever changing road  
Head first towards the only void we know  
Here come the ants  
There goes the snow  
Balls deep down your lovely rabbit hole  

Lyrics written by R. M. Corbin  
Property of R. M. Corbin and Third Floor Studios