R.I.P. RFTC

The State of Art is still on fire And it's burning straight to the ground My head hurts and my body's tired Who do I go to see now that they’re not around When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I’ve got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C During the day I'm diggin' ditches But bad moods makes me hard to get to know I got sturdy receiting "Pigeons" Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C R-I-P R-F-T-C