[Pre-Chorus] Same shit hallway, same shit band, same 3 a.m. lie Cycle fatigue got a rent check on my eye One by one the homies thin like smoke in a vent I keep a chair warm for a name that already went [Verse 1] Payable on death, red stamp kissing the file Psych-ward January chewing the smile off the tile Trespass charge — walked a door I used to own Cuffs warm the radiator, cop yawns into his phone Went in Christian, starch collar, hymn in the throat Came out jihad, inner war in a thrift-store coat OCD push-ups, count won’t quit, floor learns my palms Graffiti on the cinderblock, shaky-hand psalms Animal clinic midnight, bleach, fur, and chain Doing time with the strays who forget their own name [Pre-Chorus] Same shit hallway, same shit band, same 3 a.m. lie Cycle fatigue got a rent check on my eye One by one the homies thin like smoke in a vent I keep a chair warm for a name that already went [Chorus] Battered cod! C.O.D. — fry the body, bill the grave Discharged cold, no youth bed left, no hand to wave Battered cod! Grease on the gospel, crack in the plaque Friends drop like bottles, I still talk back (Check out! Check out!) They close the chart on you — the chart don’t close on you Battered cod — still fucked up, still pushing through (Cod! Cod! C.O.D.!) [Verse 2] Rerun Monday, Thursday wearing Monday’s face Grief in the vending glass, addiction in the space Between a push-up and a prayer I never land Ink dries on the wall like a shaking hand Marcus stole my lighter, laughed like a flare Tuesday he’s a rumor and a folded metal chair Keisha drew a sun that never got to set I trace it with a thumb and I still owe the debt Kennel dogs answer when the lock throws late I hose the concrete, argue soft with fate Survival’s a knuckle, a scar, a trespass of air They wanted me payable — I’m still fucking there [Pre-Chorus] Same shit hallway, same shit band, same 3 a.m. lie Cycle fatigue got a rent check on my eye One by one the homies thin like smoke in a vent I keep a chair warm for a name that already went [Chorus] Battered cod! C.O.D. — fry the body, bill the grave Discharged cold, no youth bed left, no hand to wave Battered cod! Grease on the gospel, crack in the plaque Friends drop like bottles, I still talk back (Check out! Check out!) They close the chart on you — the chart don’t close on you Battered cod — still fucked up, still pushing through (Cod! Cod! C.O.D.!) [Bridge] Invoice in the drawer, collect when I stop I ripped it, lived red, let the numbers drop Chapel to jihad, neither uniform fit Just a count in the muscle and a war in the spit Push-up, graffiti, kennel, repeat Cycle so tired it naps on its feet If they stamp me out, I stamp out with a swing Not a cod on a tray — a bell that still rings [Breakdown] One! By one! They go! I stay! Battered! Still here! Stamp out! Not today! (Not today! Not today!) [Chorus] Battered cod! C.O.D. — fry the body, bill the grave Discharged cold, no youth bed left, no hand to wave Battered cod! Grease on the gospel, crack in the plaque Friends drop like bottles, I still talk back (Check out! Check out!) They close the chart on you — the chart don’t close on you Battered cod — still fucked up, still pushing through (Cod! Cod! C.O.D.!) [Breakdown] One! By one! They go! I stay! Battered! Still here! Stamp out! Not today! (Not today! Not today!) [Chorus] Battered cod! C.O.D. — fry the body, bill the grave Discharged cold, no youth bed left, no hand to wave Battered cod! Grease on the gospel, crack in the plaque Friends drop like bottles, I still talk back (Check out! Check out!) They close the chart on you — the chart don’t close on you Battered cod — still fucked up, still pushing through (Cod! Cod! C.O.D.!)
