Lyrics

I wanna be number two man I wanna be second best to the rest That way you never lose man Never sit down, never take the test Skin free prophet of a land that doesn't prosper Seven tone statue for a god that never mattered Drop out without a mouth full of cardboard Tune in to the question that's the problem (Ohh ohhh!) Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! (Ohh ohhh!) Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! I thought I knew what I knew man Turns out there was nothing to lose Break and enter by the enemy False gods in the panic room Leftovers from the crossfire empty out the garbage Breathing in the doctrine breathing out the carnage Available to everyone impossible to manage Move in new directions just to counteract the damage (Ohh ohhh!) Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! (Ohh ohhh!) Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess! Best Kept Mess!
Writer(s): Daniel Louis Walker, William Broussard, John Lloyd S Sierakowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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