Gossip Banshee
A static twitch and pull, they think they bought ya
The warning in my skull, La Cucaracha
Pretty plastic puppeteers, selling stupid souvenirs, do we have a volunteer?
Lay down, roll over, play dead
Pass me the gasoline
I'll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean
Burn the witches on the tv screen
Brewing spells in a caldron latrine
Come one, come all!
If you're thin, fat, short or tall, dinosaur or millennial
Sick of feeling tired and tired of feeling sick?
Then we got the product that will fix you up quick
Our miracle serum tastes like mayonnaise and piss
But it will maximize your joy and extend your hefty happiness
Forget about your dreams, your love and sensibility
Then we'll take your keys and your social security
There's something wrong with this picture
Look closer and you'll find there's more to this than meets the eye
Read the fine print and follow the clues
There's a million bodies buried underneath the home they sell you
Lick your lips, does it taste like glycerol?
We work ourselves to death then they make us pay for the funeral
There's no fight left in our dying horse
But they won't stop swinging when our heart stops beating
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Throw down or throw it up
Up yours, you've got a lot of nerve showing your face around here
Don't spit another word
Keep that forked tongue tied inside your head
Swallow your fear like narcotics
And panic becomes the new norm, darling
The mad alpha dog needs to be put down before we all end up dead
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
I can't remember the last time
There was a calm before the storm
The human race is sprinting backwards
A three-legged chase for the blind
These violent delights will have a violent end
Propagated by cowards
Tick tock, stop the clock
Target locked, grab the Glock
Walk the talk, safety off
Take the shot, take the shot, take the shot
Pop pop
Pass me the gasoline
I'll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean
Burn the witches on the tv screen
Brewing spells in a caldron latrine
The warning in my skull, La Cucaracha
Pretty plastic puppeteers, selling stupid souvenirs, do we have a volunteer?
Lay down, roll over, play dead
Pass me the gasoline
I'll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean
Burn the witches on the tv screen
Brewing spells in a caldron latrine
Come one, come all!
If you're thin, fat, short or tall, dinosaur or millennial
Sick of feeling tired and tired of feeling sick?
Then we got the product that will fix you up quick
Our miracle serum tastes like mayonnaise and piss
But it will maximize your joy and extend your hefty happiness
Forget about your dreams, your love and sensibility
Then we'll take your keys and your social security
There's something wrong with this picture
Look closer and you'll find there's more to this than meets the eye
Read the fine print and follow the clues
There's a million bodies buried underneath the home they sell you
Lick your lips, does it taste like glycerol?
We work ourselves to death then they make us pay for the funeral
There's no fight left in our dying horse
But they won't stop swinging when our heart stops beating
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Throw down or throw it up
Up yours, you've got a lot of nerve showing your face around here
Don't spit another word
Keep that forked tongue tied inside your head
Swallow your fear like narcotics
And panic becomes the new norm, darling
The mad alpha dog needs to be put down before we all end up dead
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
Turn off the frequency
Your drama won't set us free
Cast all your spells on me
Gossip banshee
I can't remember the last time
There was a calm before the storm
The human race is sprinting backwards
A three-legged chase for the blind
These violent delights will have a violent end
Propagated by cowards
Tick tock, stop the clock
Target locked, grab the Glock
Walk the talk, safety off
Take the shot, take the shot, take the shot
Pop pop
Pass me the gasoline
I'll wash the sin from my eyeballs clean
Burn the witches on the tv screen
Brewing spells in a caldron latrine
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Writer(s): Taylor Bates
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