Tombstone's Dead

(Verse)

Listen Tombstone, I really like you, alot,

Whether your a Pony musician, a indie musician, or not,

But lets just face the facts,

Your head is hot,

You don't know when to stop,

Your music will always be on top,

Dont give us any excuses,

Dont cop out,

You claim you are a Brony,

But then say we're useless,

What are the uses?

You try to make it bigger, shoot,

But we are your biggest fanbase, your roots

Sayin stuff on Twitter, hatin,

But you still occasionally make pony music, creatin,

For us its the fact that your still here, not fake'n

 

(Bridge)

But vacant,

But are you? Thats the question:

Spewin shit on social media, confessin,

All the BS we already know about, you messin, up,

I dont know when you'll realize, fuck,

That your life is still like a pup,

Not even halfway grown enough,

So go ahead and spew shit and gruff,

Soon you'll realize people'll stop givin a fuck

 

(Hook)

I don't need you (x4)

But I want you

I don't mean to (x4)

But I love you

 

(Verse)

Maybe you should just let us in, open your doors,

Then we could all be so much more,

In fact, why cant we all just go back,

To when we were all just a small little core,

That would be great, for sure,

But first we need to change our attitudes, they're piss poor,