La La La F**k Off Bye Bye
Wait
Do you really want to listen to this?
Ok
I tried really hard to make this song listenable
So that most people won't know they
Tap their feet to something very wrong
Consider it a funny joke or a retarded one
But now's the time to get your meat moving, ladies and chaps
Birds flying over my head (fuck off)
Neighbours' dogs driving me insane (fuck off)
All your words echoing in my head (fuck off)
All the things I should've done and said (fuck off)
So why don't you join me and singalong my last song
Fuck my life and fuck this song
Fuck it all
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
It's second verse but there's nothing else
No drums, no keys and no more fucks to give, you see
That's the kind of stuff that makes me feel at home
Just me and my guitar and three tons of crippling sorrow
Birds flying over my head (fuck off)
Neighbours' dogs driving me insane (fuck off)
All your words echoing in my head (fuck off)
All the things I should've done and said (fuck off)
So let me introduce you to my idea of fun
A gagged whore on my bed and a loaded gun
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
And sometimes I'm happy
And sometimes I'm sad
Sometimes things just fall apart and we
We lose our path
And some do recover
But some don't
You know, sometimes it's just hard to find the right... words
To convey the thought
But it's ok now (why?)
Yeah, it's ok now (but why?)
I said it's fine... (but can you fucking tell me why?)
Because
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (five)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground (four)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (three)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground (two)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (one)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground
Do you really want to listen to this?
Ok
I tried really hard to make this song listenable
So that most people won't know they
Tap their feet to something very wrong
Consider it a funny joke or a retarded one
But now's the time to get your meat moving, ladies and chaps
Birds flying over my head (fuck off)
Neighbours' dogs driving me insane (fuck off)
All your words echoing in my head (fuck off)
All the things I should've done and said (fuck off)
So why don't you join me and singalong my last song
Fuck my life and fuck this song
Fuck it all
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
It's second verse but there's nothing else
No drums, no keys and no more fucks to give, you see
That's the kind of stuff that makes me feel at home
Just me and my guitar and three tons of crippling sorrow
Birds flying over my head (fuck off)
Neighbours' dogs driving me insane (fuck off)
All your words echoing in my head (fuck off)
All the things I should've done and said (fuck off)
So let me introduce you to my idea of fun
A gagged whore on my bed and a loaded gun
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
La la la la
What a perfect way to die
To go to sleep
And just never fucking wake up
Oh oh oh oh
There was a boy named Paul
He was 24 now he's laying dead on the floor
And sometimes I'm happy
And sometimes I'm sad
Sometimes things just fall apart and we
We lose our path
And some do recover
But some don't
You know, sometimes it's just hard to find the right... words
To convey the thought
But it's ok now (why?)
Yeah, it's ok now (but why?)
I said it's fine... (but can you fucking tell me why?)
Because
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (five)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground (four)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (three)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground (two)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm counting breaths before I die (one)
La la la
Fuck off bye bye
I'm falling on a ground
Credits
Writer(s): Arti Itra
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