Can't stop myself from going under
Hit the bottom struck by my own thunder
I'm the captain of my own couch enterprise
I'm lifting off doomed from the start subconscious suicide
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away
Can't stop myself from going under
Cut to the quick got the jack up on my lumber
Sippin' that drip lovin' that taste of the concrete grip
Ivory tips busted lips blow my FM radio
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away
Blow The FM Radio - Couch Enterprise Lyrics
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Can't stop myself from going under
Hit the bottom struck by my own thunder
I'm the captain of my own couch enterprise
I'm lifting off doomed from the start subconscious suicide
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away
Can't stop myself from going under
Cut to the quick got the jack up on my lumber
Sippin' that drip lovin' that taste of the concrete grip
Ivory tips busted lips blow my FM radio
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away
Hit the bottom struck by my own thunder
I'm the captain of my own couch enterprise
I'm lifting off doomed from the start subconscious suicide
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away
Can't stop myself from going under
Cut to the quick got the jack up on my lumber
Sippin' that drip lovin' that taste of the concrete grip
Ivory tips busted lips blow my FM radio
Been killing time watching you filthy swine
And I can't take much more I'll blow my f*cking mind
Then again in the sand they formed a line
I think we'll blow it away