Valed
Grasping
Through the drywall
My
My house used to be right there
Fallow, fallow retail space amenable
My house used to be right there
Oh it's a metaphor
For suicide, suicide
It's just an ad for
Hotdogs, hotdogs
Dancers crunching
Black bar over the eyes
Curled into a ball
In the back of the car
Laughing as night falls
A simulation of war crimes
Some of the worst life (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)
Feigned in the car (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)
Start true towards (Idiot, idiot, idiot)
For the back will meet (Idiot, idiot, idiot)
Over the eyes
Curled into a ball in the back
Over the eyes
Over the eyes
Over the eyes
Curled into a ball in the back of the car
Curled into a ball up the hinterlands (Sit in the back of the main lane)
Upon avon (Of the main lanes)
Upon parking lots
Calling avon, calling avon (I want to, I)
We've never (Grasping)
Had a sales event quite like this (Through the drywall, my house used to
My house used to be right there
Choke a swan to death
Behind the bleachers
My house used to be right there
Oh it's a metaphor
For suicide, suicide
Maybe it's just an ad for
Through the drywall
My
My house used to be right there
Fallow, fallow retail space amenable
My house used to be right there
Oh it's a metaphor
For suicide, suicide
It's just an ad for
Hotdogs, hotdogs
Dancers crunching
Black bar over the eyes
Curled into a ball
In the back of the car
Laughing as night falls
A simulation of war crimes
Some of the worst life (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)
Feigned in the car (Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)
Start true towards (Idiot, idiot, idiot)
For the back will meet (Idiot, idiot, idiot)
Over the eyes
Curled into a ball in the back
Over the eyes
Over the eyes
Over the eyes
Curled into a ball in the back of the car
Curled into a ball up the hinterlands (Sit in the back of the main lane)
Upon avon (Of the main lanes)
Upon parking lots
Calling avon, calling avon (I want to, I)
We've never (Grasping)
Had a sales event quite like this (Through the drywall, my house used to
My house used to be right there
Choke a swan to death
Behind the bleachers
My house used to be right there
Oh it's a metaphor
For suicide, suicide
Maybe it's just an ad for
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Bousfield
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