Song: Never pay full price for late pizza
Viewed: 57 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: The blunt force trauma
Year: 2021Viewed: 57 - Published at: 7 years ago
Harriot truman a death on impact kinda guy
When we lock eyes she sighs a suicidal sigh
Hieroglyphic alibis by american apple pies
It's no surprise i’ve gone half blind in nearly all my eyes
There better be some surprises to make this all worth it upon my demise
I wonder what it's like, to be baptized
In above ground swimming pools, infested with reptiles
It's been such a while, crocodile
I think maybe i’ve forgotten how to smile
John xii the popе, wearing a stethoscope
It's hard to havе any hope, dangling off the gallows from a rope
Trying not to mope it's tough with a mouth full of soap
Pack my garbage bags & elope to some undiscovered trope
Beat the horse till it can't even cope with choking on azeotrope
Glow in the dark toy soldiers
Crushed by oncoming traffic boulders
Maybe next time god will make me a little broader in the shoulders
As it stands i'm no match for even his weakest bulldozer
How do you know when it's really over?
Staring over the, cliffs of dover
Long gone are the days of red rover
Now we just chase the ones where we don't have to stay sober
Asking again for you to stop calling me the blame
You & i we both know that that is not my name
Will i still be seeing you later?
Or are all these waters, infested with alligators?
Won't you please just come & be my neighbour?
Or do i have to get on my knees & pray you’ll be my saviour?
When we lock eyes she sighs a suicidal sigh
Hieroglyphic alibis by american apple pies
It's no surprise i’ve gone half blind in nearly all my eyes
There better be some surprises to make this all worth it upon my demise
I wonder what it's like, to be baptized
In above ground swimming pools, infested with reptiles
It's been such a while, crocodile
I think maybe i’ve forgotten how to smile
John xii the popе, wearing a stethoscope
It's hard to havе any hope, dangling off the gallows from a rope
Trying not to mope it's tough with a mouth full of soap
Pack my garbage bags & elope to some undiscovered trope
Beat the horse till it can't even cope with choking on azeotrope
Glow in the dark toy soldiers
Crushed by oncoming traffic boulders
Maybe next time god will make me a little broader in the shoulders
As it stands i'm no match for even his weakest bulldozer
How do you know when it's really over?
Staring over the, cliffs of dover
Long gone are the days of red rover
Now we just chase the ones where we don't have to stay sober
Asking again for you to stop calling me the blame
You & i we both know that that is not my name
Will i still be seeing you later?
Or are all these waters, infested with alligators?
Won't you please just come & be my neighbour?
Or do i have to get on my knees & pray you’ll be my saviour?
( The blunt force trauma )
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