Sounds Like a Pretty Brutal Murder
Very well
Corpse is yours
Do what you wanna do
Alright
So far behind
We'll try, but there's no hope of catching up
So let's take our time, and weigh
All sides and all possibilities
And we're here alive
But there's still time to fuck that up
Before we lose our minds, we'll play
All sides to our best ability
We're making art out of excrement
Feel so proud about a silly piece of shit
Unwind, get high
Then greet the world when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax
Life can be a comedy
But I don't really get the joke
So I crack a smile and
Fall down just for the hell of it
Things get weird
You just have to deal with it
Eat the heart
Eat every little piece of it
Unwind, get high
Say, "Fuck the world," when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax
We can't do math
But we can handle this
There's no formula
For doing fucked up shit
We found our path
We found our wits
We were born in dirt
But we grew out of it
We'll make it known
Whoa, ho, ho
We might explode
Who'll pull the plug when it comes to that?
Corpse is yours
Do what you wanna do
Alright
So far behind
We'll try, but there's no hope of catching up
So let's take our time, and weigh
All sides and all possibilities
And we're here alive
But there's still time to fuck that up
Before we lose our minds, we'll play
All sides to our best ability
We're making art out of excrement
Feel so proud about a silly piece of shit
Unwind, get high
Then greet the world when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax
Life can be a comedy
But I don't really get the joke
So I crack a smile and
Fall down just for the hell of it
Things get weird
You just have to deal with it
Eat the heart
Eat every little piece of it
Unwind, get high
Say, "Fuck the world," when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax
We can't do math
But we can handle this
There's no formula
For doing fucked up shit
We found our path
We found our wits
We were born in dirt
But we grew out of it
We'll make it known
Whoa, ho, ho
We might explode
Who'll pull the plug when it comes to that?
Credits
Writer(s): Iron Chic
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