CB Onna Radio

Pity didn't learn your handle
CB on the radio, make a show
Shit, you’d think I'd know you by now
Pity didn't learn your handle
CB on the radio, make a show
Shit, you’d think I'd know you by now
Pity didn't learn your handle
CB on the radio, make a show
Shit, you'd think I'd know you by now

But you're a mystery to me like an angel
Yes, you're a mystery to me like an angel

Drinks on coasters, naked men
Drinks on coasters, naked men
Acting like the world is over
Shooting guns and make pretend
Smiting, killing innocence
These naked men
Filled with guilt
Are soldiers
Old souls forced to march with their mistake
Over hill and dale
Carry all their burdens in a gun
Who's the owner of this gun
Governments wage war from an office
They see ink on paper, not blood
They see numbers, not men
Bling, turn the page