Lost Souls

Since we left these dark nights in Africa
And escaped to the security of our armchairs
We had forgotten the horror
Of dubstep festivals

Night after night, thousands of bros migrate into the area
Each night a nightmare
In appearance, they are like dogs
But these strange animals' nearest relative is the mongoose

Both male and female have what look's like a penis
They greet with a peculiar ritual
Ceremony involves sniffing and licking the genitals
In the most gruesome way
This is the story of "Lost Souls"

Ain't washed for three days, eat some ass at the rave

Eating ass in the club like

Sorry man, jungles all look the same to me

Ain't washed for three days, eat some ass at the rave (go!)
Eating ass in the club like



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Swire Thompson, Gareth Mcgrillen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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