Five Point Vs. The Beatles
The lights are too bright for me to see anything
But honestly I don't need to see
Everything is moveable and everything is doable
But I don't think I'm very impressing
Oh wouldn't you say that it's kind of depressing
I know what you know and it's that you don't know that
I know what they're gonna do
Rivals and enemies and empty apologies
Don't always know
But buddy you already knew
But buddy you already do anything
And I couldn't tell you to prove everything
You already know what you want
But the Beatles fucking suck
(One two three four)
Everything is possible and everything is plausible
When you trust the people that you don't trust
And I think the irony and the stupid epitome
Is that those people don't give a fuck
But you already do everything
And I couldn't tell you to prove anything
To these people that don't even want to hear you sing
They'll never feel the pain you bring
I think the people that sit on their steeple
Could really piss somebody off
It must be contagious and simply outrageous
To expect me to kindly jack you off
But after the show you wouldn't know
You couldn't even talk
(Hey, fuck you)
But buddy you already do everything
And I couldn't tell you to prove anything
To these people that don't even want to hear you sing
They'll never feel the pain that you bring
But honestly I don't need to see
Everything is moveable and everything is doable
But I don't think I'm very impressing
Oh wouldn't you say that it's kind of depressing
I know what you know and it's that you don't know that
I know what they're gonna do
Rivals and enemies and empty apologies
Don't always know
But buddy you already knew
But buddy you already do anything
And I couldn't tell you to prove everything
You already know what you want
But the Beatles fucking suck
(One two three four)
Everything is possible and everything is plausible
When you trust the people that you don't trust
And I think the irony and the stupid epitome
Is that those people don't give a fuck
But you already do everything
And I couldn't tell you to prove anything
To these people that don't even want to hear you sing
They'll never feel the pain you bring
I think the people that sit on their steeple
Could really piss somebody off
It must be contagious and simply outrageous
To expect me to kindly jack you off
But after the show you wouldn't know
You couldn't even talk
(Hey, fuck you)
But buddy you already do everything
And I couldn't tell you to prove anything
To these people that don't even want to hear you sing
They'll never feel the pain that you bring
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Writer(s): Luke Christian Flaspohler
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