Traveling Dunk Tank Lyrics

Song	Traveling Dunk Tank
Artist	Doomtree
Album	False Hopes
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	Both
	That’s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear’s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I’m trying to eat,
	I’m trying to free up them wings, trying to bare some teeth
	Insignificance ain’t no signature I’m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I’ma just be.
	(alone)
	P.O.S.:
	Back from seeing papa drink 40 o-u-n-c-e’s just to quench,
	I’ll rise against all you rinse in me
	you want your soundscape scraped, that’s my homeboy Cece
	I’ll be that lung beater here to choke smoke and pent heaters
	warm the frostbite of the death cheaters
	and maybe next year the check clears
	until that time, nickle and dime,
	no henny and shine, grind them gears
	me and Cecil been up for years
	now peeking at how to live
	how funny something so simple can leave you feeling so supple
	belly full, promise of struggle, never bull
	stay Doom through til the muscle
	and I’m been dreaming for a Cecil beat,
	pasting on the canvas on the easel beat, needle point
	balance them anxieties
	and fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you stitch indifferent,
	it’s not the pot you piss in
	Both:
	That’s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear’s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I’m trying to eat
	I’m trying to free up them wings, trying to bear some teeth
	And significance ain’t no signature I’m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I’ma just be.
	(alone)
	Cecil:
	So now I stepped into the side saddle, riding all alone
	My only weapon is my mind,
	That and knowing that the road wrote a story of its own entitled
	“I am yours to loan, but I ain’t yours to own, no I ain’t yours,”
	and only open eyes would know the lines and quotes
	and no I haven’t always kept my eyes open, so I’m
	(alone)
	without a home to call my own,
	cause dreams are the only roads I roam.
	And now I’m sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts, preaching and car hearts
	Standing at the edge of this cliff, throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts,
	These scars that are marking up my face and body,
	are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me,
	I’m breaking laws that we alone don’t show a sign of purpose
	so I’ll walk these lines and these fences until my time is serviced
	These giant churches, burning witches, pretty perverts, city workers and snitches
	that shit’s just drying on the fan, the damned
	I’ll keep my chin up, sit up,and stand
	Just combing through the trust, the rust, the dust, the rush and the drunk angst
	I cash my check at a blood bank,
	Plus I’ve got some clown make-up and a traveling dunk tank.

	Both
	That' s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear' s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I' m trying to eat,
	I' m trying to free up them wings, trying to bare some teeth
	Insignificance ain' t no signature I' m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I' ma just be.
	alone
	P. O. S.:
	Back from seeing papa drink 40 ounce' s just to quench,
	I' ll rise against all you rinse in me
	you want your soundscape scraped, that' s my homeboy Cece
	I' ll be that lung beater here to choke smoke and pent heaters
	warm the frostbite of the death cheaters
	and maybe next year the check clears
	until that time, nickle and dime,
	no henny and shine, grind them gears
	me and Cecil been up for years
	now peeking at how to live
	how funny something so simple can leave you feeling so supple
	belly full, promise of struggle, never bull
	stay Doom through til the muscle
	and I' m been dreaming for a Cecil beat,
	pasting on the canvas on the easel beat, needle point
	balance them anxieties
	and fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you stitch indifferent,
	it' s not the pot you piss in
	Both:
	That' s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear' s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I' m trying to eat
	I' m trying to free up them wings, trying to bear some teeth
	And significance ain' t no signature I' m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I' ma just be.
	alone
	Cecil:
	So now I stepped into the side saddle, riding all alone
	My only weapon is my mind,
	That and knowing that the road wrote a story of its own entitled
	" I am yours to loan, but I ain' t yours to own, no I ain' t yours,"
	and only open eyes would know the lines and quotes
	and no I haven' t always kept my eyes open, so I' m
	alone
	without a home to call my own,
	cause dreams are the only roads I roam.
	And now I' m sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts, preaching and car hearts
	Standing at the edge of this cliff, throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts,
	These scars that are marking up my face and body,
	are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me,
	I' m breaking laws that we alone don' t show a sign of purpose
	so I' ll walk these lines and these fences until my time is serviced
	These giant churches, burning witches, pretty perverts, city workers and snitches
	that shit' s just drying on the fan, the damned
	I' ll keep my chin up, sit up, and stand
	Just combing through the trust, the rust, the dust, the rush and the drunk angst
	I cash my check at a blood bank,
	Plus I' ve got some clown makeup and a traveling dunk tank.

	Both
	That' s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear' s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I' m trying to eat,
	I' m trying to free up them wings, trying to bare some teeth
	Insignificance ain' t no signature I' m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I' ma just be.
	alone
	P. O. S.:
	Back from seeing papa drink 40 ounce' s just to quench,
	I' ll rise against all you rinse in me
	you want your soundscape scraped, that' s my homeboy Cece
	I' ll be that lung beater here to choke smoke and pent heaters
	warm the frostbite of the death cheaters
	and maybe next year the check clears
	until that time, nickle and dime,
	no henny and shine, grind them gears
	me and Cecil been up for years
	now peeking at how to live
	how funny something so simple can leave you feeling so supple
	belly full, promise of struggle, never bull
	stay Doom through til the muscle
	and I' m been dreaming for a Cecil beat,
	pasting on the canvas on the easel beat, needle point
	balance them anxieties
	and fret with any spool or school of thought that keeps the cloth you stitch indifferent,
	it' s not the pot you piss in
	Both:
	That' s why I keep my nose to the stone, sharp til the hairs split
	Prose of a lone cub in a bear' s pit
	And I can barely sit still,
	You know the deal: wake, work, repeat
	I' m trying to eat
	I' m trying to free up them wings, trying to bear some teeth
	And significance ain' t no signature I' m trying to leave
	Set a precedent for me, trying to teach it to my seed
	No predicament too twisted for speech, I' ma just be.
	alone
	Cecil:
	So now I stepped into the side saddle, riding all alone
	My only weapon is my mind,
	That and knowing that the road wrote a story of its own entitled
	" I am yours to loan, but I ain' t yours to own, no I ain' t yours,"
	and only open eyes would know the lines and quotes
	and no I haven' t always kept my eyes open, so I' m
	alone
	without a home to call my own,
	cause dreams are the only roads I roam.
	And now I' m sleeping in a box car dreaming of the lost starts, preaching and car hearts
	Standing at the edge of this cliff, throwing little things off like rockstars and car parts,
	These scars that are marking up my face and body,
	are the songs that I write about you but now I base them off me,
	I' m breaking laws that we alone don' t show a sign of purpose
	so I' ll walk these lines and these fences until my time is serviced
	These giant churches, burning witches, pretty perverts, city workers and snitches
	that shit' s just drying on the fan, the damned
	I' ll keep my chin up, sit up, and stand
	Just combing through the trust, the rust, the dust, the rush and the drunk angst
	I cash my check at a blood bank,
	Plus I' ve got some clown makeup and a traveling dunk tank.

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