You're Not the Punisher, Go To Therapy

You were never taught to take it slow, woah
Raised on love and Ben Shapiro, you think that you're the fucking hero
I ask with sincerity, woah
In a crime scene, would you shoot at me? You're not the Punisher, go to therapy!

Why don't you touch a blade of grass, or punch a TV
Have a bit of upper class that you defend so easily
Why don't you feel a ray of sun, or eat some cumin
Cause it's a load of joyous fun to be a normal fucking human

Bash a head against the concrete, woah
From Tallahassee to St. Pete, your hot head never got you in heat
Land of cops, home of the free, woah
Even if we disagree, you're not the Punisher, go to therapy!!!

Why don't you touch a blade of grass, or punch a TV
Have a bit of upper class you defend so easily
Why don't you feel a ray of sun, or eat some cumin
Cause it's a load of joyous fun to be a normal fucking human

Cause it's a load of joyous fun to be a normal fucking human



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Writer(s): Matt Blackett
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