Final Song
Oh, my God
Punch the sun, swim the sea, Mother Earth is on her knees
Move the mountain, move the trees, lock the door and lose the keys
Mine the moon, move to Mars, fuck it up like we did
I like my milk, I like my honey, I like my sunshine, warming sun
I don't feel we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
Turn out the lights, slam the fucking doors
'Cause I don't think we're welcome here anymore
If we burn it, will we go faster?
If we eat it, can we put it into pasture?
If we kill it, will it live ever after?
Ask the wise man hanging from the rafter
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
You gotta turn out the lights and lock the fucking door
'Cause I don't think we're welcome here anymore
Here we come in peace until we start drinking
We kill each other when the money does the thinking
Oh, the canvas with the gold and glutton
Below the people of the world can drink your blood
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
Drinking on the rocks, should be drinking on the floor
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
It ain't but one left, better put it on the wall
With the feathers and the antlers, I gotta have them all
I gotta have it, man, the more, the most
Tip your hat to the gracious host
And I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
You gotta turn out the lights and lock the door
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
Goddamn you
Goddamn you all to Hell
Punch the sun, swim the sea, Mother Earth is on her knees
Move the mountain, move the trees, lock the door and lose the keys
Mine the moon, move to Mars, fuck it up like we did
I like my milk, I like my honey, I like my sunshine, warming sun
I don't feel we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
Turn out the lights, slam the fucking doors
'Cause I don't think we're welcome here anymore
If we burn it, will we go faster?
If we eat it, can we put it into pasture?
If we kill it, will it live ever after?
Ask the wise man hanging from the rafter
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
You gotta turn out the lights and lock the fucking door
'Cause I don't think we're welcome here anymore
Here we come in peace until we start drinking
We kill each other when the money does the thinking
Oh, the canvas with the gold and glutton
Below the people of the world can drink your blood
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
Drinking on the rocks, should be drinking on the floor
I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
It ain't but one left, better put it on the wall
With the feathers and the antlers, I gotta have them all
I gotta have it, man, the more, the most
Tip your hat to the gracious host
And I don't think we're welcome here anymore
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
You gotta turn out the lights and lock the door
I really don't think we're welcome here anymore
Goddamn you
Goddamn you all to Hell
Credits
Writer(s): David Sinclair, Seth Moody
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