Meeting Eddy Pills I got a couple hundred bills Man, I hope he rounds it up Yeah, this one time he rounded up Where'd my nightclubs go? I'm wearing my blossom robe But I can't even get it up So how am I supposed to give a fuck?
Mama said, "Don't you touch that junk Even though it feels good You don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs No one knows you're hurting 'til you start to cry But if we blow softly, softly, then we'll Keep the flame alive and watch it burning overnight Wanna thank you, Mama, for being so blind
Cash stuffed in my underpants I'm overflowing, watch me dance Mosquito mass hysteria I'm serving up malaria Pigeons sat upon my hat I'm feeding squirrels, feeding rats I'll feed your fucking terrier The Snow White of your area
Papa said, "You don't want that smack Even though it's on a plate Better start acting straight, mate"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs No one knows you're hurting 'til you start to cry I've been shirking my problems, baby 'Cause I'm high off my goddamn tree This junk don't come for free They're telling me to hold the line, yeah But these lines have got a hold on me
Mama said, "Don't you touch that junk Even though it feels good You don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs No one knows you're hurting 'til you start to cry I've been fucking my life up, baby And I'm dying from misery This junk don't come for free They're telling me to hold the line, yeah But these lines have got a hold on me
Compositores: Alexander Cameron, Justin Nijssen ECAD: Obra #34532210