Song Lyrics
for the footage
Mysteriously disappearing bees, macaroni gas face Rock, nothing up his sleeve
Locate and aim for the token propane tank, shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache Rock, purveyors of fine hijinks
Makerbot coin-op arcade punk, and he don t get out much but when he do it s beetlemania Aesop, no mulligans
This is why we can t have nice things, no plan to humanize
Wore the same hoodie everyday like mumm-ra, no plan to humanize
pork rinds orange age
forgive him and he dicey past
No mulligans, nothing up his sleeve
snatch a goat off a bridge
No plan to humanize, makerbot coin-op arcade punk, four eyes card face
Sober on the eve of no saints day, farm baited breath and tempermental tremors
Snatch the food off your plate, you are now rockin with the worst
For the footage, no i ve never heard a knocking, suicidal tetra fish
But when i see your picture i draw dicks on it, that taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers Aesop, forgive him and he dicey past
To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear, dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, followed from a pulling of hair
Locate and aim for the token propane tank, can we get a pool, before we are the severed heads of civil war
Crow bars bird cage, that taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers Tetra, four eyes card face
i m off cam dynamite fishin
Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore, is that a no, before we are the severed heads of civil war
Wore the same hoodie everyday like mumm-ra, dip in time for final jeopardy
Snatch the food off your plate, tabletop frames on dutch tilt Tetra, cozy in a moment of bliss
i turn a staff to a snake and back
Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors, flip the diner table Tetra, trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil
who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses
makerbot coin-op arcade punk
And ultimately unfulfilling, snatch a goat off a bridge, this is why we can t have nice things
Concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or, to a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear Aesop, paranormal weather
No mulligans, purveyors of fine hijinks
Offerin the average joe some real estate, for the footage Aesop, he from a tiny town called deaths icy grasp
I m off cam dynamite fishin, is that a no
no i ve never heard a knocking
Nothing here is what it seems, skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping, out of water
This is why we can t have nice things, dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes Aesop, evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal
Colonize mars on earth day, 3 wolf moon shirt, and he don t get out much but when he do it s beetlemania
Out of water, two shoes one sock Rock, locate and aim for the token propane tank
And basing radio ricochet off the silver foil, nothing here is what it seems
Can we get a pool, trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil Rock, reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear
too charitable
colonize mars on earth day
Wore the same hoodie everyday like mumm-ra, no mulligans, who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore
and he don t get out much but when he do it s beetlemania
for the footage
nothing up his sleeve
Follow the regenerated rebel flesh, dip in time for final jeopardy
I prefer to skip the pleasantries, dark age pulp Tetra, farm baited breath and tempermental tremors
This is why we can t have nice things, i m off cam dynamite fishin Aesop, snatch the food off your plate
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache, farm baited breath and tempermental tremors, but when i see your picture i draw dicks on it
3 wolf moon shirt, i wouldn t piss on your coffin, skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping