Song: Unwound String

Album
Track Number
2
Release Date
5:00
4/4
Em
Description

Another vehicle for Rusty to get Mike to sing about his purported life.

Well I’m about to come undone, it’s never fun, like a loaded gun, I want to run
I gotta take it slow, try not to react, I try to lay it back, and keep my vibe intact
So I keep the time, and I make it rhyme, ‘cuz they’re pushing my buttons (nearly) all of the time
I like to count it off, my lucky seven; maybe this time, it’s eleven

Gang stalkers
Gas lighters
They build the tension
Groups of three, they give release

Well he’s about to come undone, we’re having fun, like a loaded gun, we just begun
Like a bird in my hand, you got two in the bush, state degreed haze, my job is to push
Gonna strip him, and rip him, and put him in a ring, ‘til he loses grip, like an unwound string
He likes to count it off, his number seven; maybe this time, it’s eleven

Gang stalkers
Gas lighters
They build the tension
Groups of three, they give release

He’s being followed, he’s got the willies, we’re saying these things, about him, Yeah!
I’m being followed, I’ve got the willies, they’re saying these things, about me? Yeah! It’s me.
He’s being followed, he’s got the willies, we’re saying these things, about him, Yeah!