.38 Airweight Lyrics & Chords By Doomtree

(Stef)
Bernie Goetz / I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz / Bang, hit deck / D.B. Cooper and EasyJet / Bang, go west / find me a place that time forgets / Bang, check out with the best / Get rest in a real way
(Hook)
Hangin off the chain / back against the frame / off the wall / Cut against the grain / rub everything raw / call it off / Come and get me mane / number still the same / give a call / Prolly let it rang / playin a different game / kill em all
(Sims)
Sinking ships, I’ve been thinking about sinking ships / big risk, pink slips, point missed / blame, I’ve been looking for someone to blame / campaigns, big banks, close aim, point blank, bang / Flag raised out the barrel end / reads you can’t win / it means you can’t win / Bang, I’ve been looking for a new escape / probably best if I burrow in / opt out not cop out / I’m just trying to carve my slice / but the game played is knives out / and there ain’t nowhere hide / so I guess it’s time / no more taking the bait / straight- laced complacent restraint / got my wrists bent where they can’t lift up / let me counter with this / not with a whimper, with a bang / Bang
(Hook)
(Stef)
Yeah, vaguest threats / I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz / Charley Bronson, lay em wet / I been thinkin bout pulling out heart from / chest plate, laid waste / I been thinkin bout saving face / I been thinkin my saving grace is / claiming spaces and escaping / Slip slip slip in smoke and self-erasing / Not a trace,
not a sketch / etched in opal, held in place / Bang, I been thinkin bout safe / I been thinkin bout motives / I been runnin in place / Bang
(Cecil)
Loaded, I’ve been drinking I’m loaded / consequences eroded, yeah I’m on the fence and they know it / all them politics have been quoted / ain’t gonna call it quits or decode it / alright—all my chips will be thrown in / sack of shit, I’m reloaded / Shots ring off in the distance, make no difference / driving in a car but there ain’t no engine on / instincts gone, instant song / it’s been a long and winey road / Oh and the bottle’s half gone and the throttle ain’t responding / no plans no land so....
(Mike)
Grown Man Syndrome, ex-Planeteer / you could grow out or grow up, just outlast your peers / and the children of the corn syrup got em by the ears / walk behind the fields, all the dreams reflect your fears
/ Ain’t nothing else but pull the belt / spread the wealth / but who dusts the shelf? / Hell to pay but
it sells itself / I ordered paradise / Born and raised without the help / Now it’s shorter days, I couldn’t tell / flawed in all the ways, bottle holidays / spend some time on myself / Pop quiz hot shot, quick fixer-upper / another notch and lock stock—bang / you’s a sucker / Blame it on my nature but I learned it from my mother / tattoos on my hands replace the lines inside my palms, gone / De-anxietized, heavy metal weighted joints / play the parts but I’ll pace my points / back to the crowd and I face the noise / Homebase, chase the ghost, nothing’s never safe / I made a stick into a gun and stared right at the sun / Bang
(Hook)