Heracles
Came back from the Garden of Eden
Eating peach seeds
I do an over-exaggerated flex like I'm Heracles
The spectacle's gazer is too often a nervous poet
Do we need to be remembered?
I said: I don't already know it
Suppose it's nothing but a force-field of complacency
I hang a sign above my heart that reads: No Vacancy
The world, it keeps on making me
I've learned to keep on making me
I don't have space to be fucking around
I don't have space to be
I don't have space to be fucking around
I don't have space to be fucking around
I'm in the space inbetween
Didn't ask you, but I couldn't refuse
Soul smooth and bruised
And it's likely I will choose
Whether to die, or breast-stroke these blues
You have be this tall and take off your shoes
Some times you've got to respect the rules
And this is one of those times
Seriously, you will not be allowed on the bouncy castle if you keep your shoes on
I won't let you
You'll damage the lining
And you'll ruin it for everyone
And I came here to bounce
So, let's bounce
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting fucking death
Fuck
I just hit the mic
I hope you didn't hear it
But I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
Eating peach seeds
I do an over-exaggerated flex like I'm Heracles
The spectacle's gazer is too often a nervous poet
Do we need to be remembered?
I said: I don't already know it
Suppose it's nothing but a force-field of complacency
I hang a sign above my heart that reads: No Vacancy
The world, it keeps on making me
I've learned to keep on making me
I don't have space to be fucking around
I don't have space to be
I don't have space to be fucking around
I don't have space to be fucking around
I'm in the space inbetween
Didn't ask you, but I couldn't refuse
Soul smooth and bruised
And it's likely I will choose
Whether to die, or breast-stroke these blues
You have be this tall and take off your shoes
Some times you've got to respect the rules
And this is one of those times
Seriously, you will not be allowed on the bouncy castle if you keep your shoes on
I won't let you
You'll damage the lining
And you'll ruin it for everyone
And I came here to bounce
So, let's bounce
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
I'm waiting to wait for the waiting fucking death
Fuck
I just hit the mic
I hope you didn't hear it
But I'm waiting to wait for the waiting death
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Writer(s): Ant Lightfoot
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