I want my ice cream I want my MTV Don't want any "All the Small Things" I want my Callous Daoboys
God is my pilot Yes, the lord is my pilot episode His arms like a power line cut His kiss like a simulated season of television And every year there's a heavenly lottery He's a couples vacation of idolatry And the winner is two first names In the raffle to see who the other nine wheels are Star baby, how's your broken back been Since your heartbreak happened and you let it in? Star baby, did you cry yourself to sleep Slipping off your clothеs, buying major keys? 'Cause you can search thе entire orchard You can scratch all the records you own Strip stark and call it "searched rip off" Idol stop and start like a maverick
Yes, my god is a nesting doll She feels so real in the scheme of it all She's the rich man's Bermuda Triangle Shallow when I spit so I swallow my congestion And I'm just fine with that She stole my heart, I don't want it back I'd rather sing to my muse Than sell a fucking T-shirt
Star baby, did you deep-fry a piece of the Great Barrier Reef? Star baby, there ain't nothing harder than lovin' someone who just ain't there Star baby, are your thoughts disconnected? Your bashful projection, all at a standstill? Star baby, who's the one you're thinking of when you bite my lip and call me overzealous?
I'll be a chew toy for the hound of Baskerville I'll stop a speeding bullet with time to kill Don't want any Callous Daoboys I want my murder podcast
My cause is the one that we studied in physics class My cause is the one on crack cocaine, ecstasy, methamphetamines Ionospheric entertainment Singing you to sleep with Haarp Machine songs Full sable starry-eyed junk food gospel
'Cause I walk onto the water Buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration I get that this is heinous To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor But I guess that's only half the accusation, in hindsight I was lost and didn't have a map to recreate it The "home" you said you came with A moment of weakness labeled "revelation"
'Cause I walk onto the water Buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration I get that this is heinous To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor But I guess that's only half the accusation, in hindsight I was lost and didn't have a map to recreate it The "home" you said you came with A moment of weakness labeled "revelation"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
