"Bite" lyrics

"Bite"

I remember things
We weren't in the plan
Long ago when I was a young man
Never tried to hide
Never really saw the house that holds
The hawk's head cold is mine, yes

I drink myself into a drunken mess
Lose my luck, fail the test
They are the things I wanna say to you
They are things that I'd like to say to you


Writer(s): Gregory Demos, Robert Pollard, James Pollard