Formaldehyde

The crooked hand that feeds
Point where to go and we'll follow
Don't cater to our needs
Pinch shut your nose, just swallow
I'm sick of everything tell me who's to blame
Tell me what's the problem
I'll dip my state of mind in formaldehyde
(Yeah)

Welcome
(Shut up)
To the
(Fuck off)
Cuz you can't take it with you
No you can't take it with you

Can't find a place to spit
I've heard God is coming back so
Handle with oven mitts
Rip out a page from Maslow
I've got a wicker broom in the living room
Breathe in the air outside it's formaldehyde
(Yeah)

Welcome
(Shut up)
To the
(Fuck off)
Cuz you can't take it with you
No you can't take it with you

By the way
Before you go
Sign away
All you know

By the way
Before you go
Sign away
All you know



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Pulliam
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