Molding Clay
Hey crony do you wanna stay?
Build trendy things out of molding clay (Yeah)
Later we can fire it and throw it in the lake unless you wanna keep it and throw it at my face
Don't mind me I'm just thinking 'bout nothing
Peachy keen on the bean, it's gotta be something
And maybe I'll drench these matches with a gas can
And I'll go...
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea?
This'll be the death of me
Ain't nothing but a tidal wave
Takes minutes to wash with the rain
Some things will never stay, but maybe in the future we can rebuild it with molding clay
Don't mind me I'm just thinking 'bout nothing
Peachy keen on the bean, it's gotta be something
And maybe I'll drench these matches with a gas can
And I'll go...
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea? This'll be the death of me
Lets go
Hey baby it's getting late
Street lamps coming on if you wait
We can jump in the shark tank and I can be the bait
Only if you remake my leg out of molding clay
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea?
This'll be the death of me
Death of me
Death of me
Build trendy things out of molding clay (Yeah)
Later we can fire it and throw it in the lake unless you wanna keep it and throw it at my face
Don't mind me I'm just thinking 'bout nothing
Peachy keen on the bean, it's gotta be something
And maybe I'll drench these matches with a gas can
And I'll go...
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea?
This'll be the death of me
Ain't nothing but a tidal wave
Takes minutes to wash with the rain
Some things will never stay, but maybe in the future we can rebuild it with molding clay
Don't mind me I'm just thinking 'bout nothing
Peachy keen on the bean, it's gotta be something
And maybe I'll drench these matches with a gas can
And I'll go...
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea? This'll be the death of me
Lets go
Hey baby it's getting late
Street lamps coming on if you wait
We can jump in the shark tank and I can be the bait
Only if you remake my leg out of molding clay
It don't matter anyway when you're a lump of molding clay
Can't you hear my plea?
This'll be the death of me
Death of me
Death of me
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Writer(s): Raven Milligan
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