Did no one ever teach you how to dance? Nobody ever taught you how to dance? Well, well, everyone knows how to dance There's only so much time
Yeah, somebody died today, I I saw his picture in the funny papers Didn't think anybody died on a Friday Some angry banker, some kind of money trader Recently divorced, was drunk drivin' down the highway And drove off the bridge to his wedding song Blew out the bass in his speakers you can still hear the treble goin' The hospital was useless and everything was quiet but the music Recently, I only meet peace when in deep sleep Been the same dream: world safe, smile on her face Waitin' on the other side I wonder if He'll take me to the other side Yeah, what your eyes see too naive for war, and that'll screw ya Still bet it all on the glory, hallelujah I heard the answer in the gibberish of an old drunk All he said was he's in no rush
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase Don't you love silence? Everything quiet but the music everything quiet but the music Do you love silence? Everything quiet but the music
Somebody gave birth to a baby boy I saw his picture in the funny papers Eleven pounds, named after his uncle Gabriel His mother cried with her lips against his soft face Why'd she bring these bright eyes into this dark place? Oh, sweet, sweet oblivion Way before the information gets settled in I swear to God I never wanna sin again But I fear that (Trouble's on its way) Yeah, the mind go with age, don't surrender My mistake, I misplaced all of my remembers Baby, there's a little vacation in the dresser Take one for depression, and two for your temper
If I could just pay my rent by Tuesday I bet I'd be rich by April Fools' day The moon's wide awake, with a smile on his face As he smuggle constellations in his suitcase Don't you love silence?
Oh shit, here come the icebreaker It's danger when he's bringin' out the lightsaber The words awesome but he's talkin' outta turn often I blew the fuck up, then became the world's problem Bad hygiene, all about that gross life Hate to see somebody fuckin' up their own life Just roll the dice, put a twenty on midnight Have a feelin' we gon' win tonight 'Cause when the snakes start slitherin' you spot the chameleons You realize you surrounded by reptilians Shit, I ain't an innovator, just a motherfuckin' illustrator
Why does it matter, at all? Whoa, whoa
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Compositores: Malcolm McCormick, Stephen Bruner, Taylor Graves