Lyrics Lagwagon – Status Pools
Text:
Hey chief how’s the status puddle
Is it hard to hold your bad breath
How’s the picture perfect likeness
Nice frame from the way you see yourself
Look into the place of our old school
Denial
Nice move
The hundred meter rhythm
You always go the distance
The memories shared are not honored
Nostalgia is under current
It must be such a burden
You’ll see them on the way downstream
I followed and jaded the road I hated
This farewell in lieu of a letter, a should of
I’ll never be able to withdraw the message sent
The status pool defines you
The photos will remind you
You reinvented your minors world
And drove into town
Bite the hand feeding
Leave it bleeding
Go and be able
Earn your label
I heard you were better man
A letter from some old forgotten friend
Inbred
Hey chief how’s the karma struggle
Is it hard to hold your bad breath
Nice frame from the way you see yourself
Click!
Smile
See you on the way back to your school
I’ll see you on the way our old school