Beached
Life is a beach in hell
Why give a speech if crying works so well?
Are you a beautiful weirdo? (Yes!)
Are you 99.99% libido, .01 burrito?
You saw an alligator eat the neighbor like a now or later
You saw a stranger slip, bust his brains on an escalator
It didn't even move the needle on your mood
You are immune
It didn't even move the needle on your groove
You are immune
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
Life is a beach in purgatory
Why spill the beans when lying's so rewarding?
Are you a glorious orange narcissist? (No!)
Are you an allegory for abstinence? (Hell no!)
Are you 99.99% off your meds?
(Aaa! Aaa! Aaaa!)
That's unfortunate (Aaa!)
You saw an alligator eat the neighbor like a now or later
You saw a stranger slip, bust his brains on an escalator
It didn't even move the needle on your mood
You are immune
It didn't even move the needle on your groove
You are immune
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
All the love they said you lost only goes and makes you strong
They were wrong, pour me a shot
All the love they said you want only goes and makes you drunk
They were right, pour me a shot
You are immune
You are immune
You are immune
You are
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
Why give a speech if crying works so well?
Are you a beautiful weirdo? (Yes!)
Are you 99.99% libido, .01 burrito?
You saw an alligator eat the neighbor like a now or later
You saw a stranger slip, bust his brains on an escalator
It didn't even move the needle on your mood
You are immune
It didn't even move the needle on your groove
You are immune
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
Life is a beach in purgatory
Why spill the beans when lying's so rewarding?
Are you a glorious orange narcissist? (No!)
Are you an allegory for abstinence? (Hell no!)
Are you 99.99% off your meds?
(Aaa! Aaa! Aaaa!)
That's unfortunate (Aaa!)
You saw an alligator eat the neighbor like a now or later
You saw a stranger slip, bust his brains on an escalator
It didn't even move the needle on your mood
You are immune
It didn't even move the needle on your groove
You are immune
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
All the love they said you lost only goes and makes you strong
They were wrong, pour me a shot
All the love they said you want only goes and makes you drunk
They were right, pour me a shot
You are immune
You are immune
You are immune
You are
Hot to trot, born to rot
You're living it up
On the doomsday clock
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Writer(s): Ryan Patrick Kattner
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