آهنگ: The Acro-Brats. Callout.

No point in rollin' with the punches

I've been laughed out of the ring

and now you're flyin' off the handle

just can't handle anything



You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat

and I just want to bring each dime that I have paid



So call me away

call me an idiot

it's just a taste

of what's left behind



Yeah, call me out

call me a real bad time

don't talk your shit,

stuck on me,

anymore



You'll pull your tricks and slide a hand

but now i know i've been a fool

and now you're crawling across the floor

yeah, best of luck, enjoy the view



You measure greatness by the company you keep

then how come nobody's waiting back home?



So call me away

call me an idiot

it's just a taste

of what's left behind



Yeah, call me out

call me a real bad time

don't talk your shit,

stuck on me,

anymore



No point in rollin' with the punches

I've been laughed out of the ring

and now you're flyin' off the handle

just can't handle anything



You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat

and I just want to bring each dime that I have paid



So call me away

call me an idiot

it's just a taste

of what's left behind



Yeah, call me out

call me a real bad time

don't talk your shit,

stuck on me,

anymore



(repeat)