Arnold Palmers Glue Gun From Hell
Yo hold on
We start it like this
Woah, oh
Yeah, bring it on the last time
Woah, oh
Yeah, bring it on the last time
I feel the gin inside my blood, yeah
Intoxicated that's a start and
The way I felt was maybe too strong, yeah
The way you acted though was so wrong, yeah
You left me down in the dumps
Can't cheer up, shit is tough
I take a walk to ease my mind
The rain is cold, I guess it's fine
Trying my best is just in vain
Writing these songs to ease the pain
And now you're just a memory
Yeah, you think you're perfect
But you don't have a clue
Everybody says that they have dirt on you
Life seems perfect and I'm sure that's true
No more pity to give and that's just a mood
It always comes back to bite
Haunt your dreams late in the night
It's always funny how it all plays out
This is your just dessert
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Oh, woah
Yeah, oh
Yeah, you think you're perfect
But you don't have a clue
Everybody says that they have dirt on you
Life seems perfect and I'm sure that's true
No more pity to give and that's just a mood
Bring it on the last time
Perfect!
I like how you don't even wanna look at Edison for how loud you are
It's like
I know I don't
You gotta turn the gain down
I know, I wanna eat my ass though
Showtime
We start it like this
Woah, oh
Yeah, bring it on the last time
Woah, oh
Yeah, bring it on the last time
I feel the gin inside my blood, yeah
Intoxicated that's a start and
The way I felt was maybe too strong, yeah
The way you acted though was so wrong, yeah
You left me down in the dumps
Can't cheer up, shit is tough
I take a walk to ease my mind
The rain is cold, I guess it's fine
Trying my best is just in vain
Writing these songs to ease the pain
And now you're just a memory
Yeah, you think you're perfect
But you don't have a clue
Everybody says that they have dirt on you
Life seems perfect and I'm sure that's true
No more pity to give and that's just a mood
It always comes back to bite
Haunt your dreams late in the night
It's always funny how it all plays out
This is your just dessert
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Oh, woah
Yeah, oh
Yeah, you think you're perfect
But you don't have a clue
Everybody says that they have dirt on you
Life seems perfect and I'm sure that's true
No more pity to give and that's just a mood
Bring it on the last time
Perfect!
I like how you don't even wanna look at Edison for how loud you are
It's like
I know I don't
You gotta turn the gain down
I know, I wanna eat my ass though
Showtime
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Smith, Shane Nosack
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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