Daisy is a weekend goth
With an aqualung and a smoker's cough
She's the GOAT at Renaissance fairs
For aging men with sundial hair
Don walks the Earth like a fever dream
Part man, part broken time machine
With childlike wonder in his soul
They tried him a Disney adult
Death is a backpack
Carry it close but out of sight
But life's a different story
Chase it from a distance like a kite
Michael bought his bed and board
With trademarked faces on the walls
Who needs best friends or local shops
With UberEats and Funko Pops?
Now Mary's heading out westbound
To birth a child on sacred ground
Three nephews act as the wise men
She'll never pay those tolls again
Wish on a star and you could be
A matriarch, a time machine
The moment a home becomes a house
I smell a rat, I hear a rat, I see a rat
The 3-foot mouse
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Daisy is a weekend goth
With an aqualung and a smoker's cough
She's the GOAT at Renaissance fairs
For aging men with sundial hair
Don walks the Earth like a fever dream
Part man, part broken time machine
With childlike wonder in his soul
They tried him a Disney adult
Death is a backpack
Carry it close but out of sight
But life's a different story
Chase it from a distance like a kite
Michael bought his bed and board
With trademarked faces on the walls
Who needs best friends or local shops
With UberEats and Funko Pops?
Now Mary's heading out westbound
To birth a child on sacred ground
Three nephews act as the wise men
She'll never pay those tolls again
Wish on a star and you could be
A matriarch, a time machine
The moment a home becomes a house
I smell a rat, I hear a rat, I see a rat
The 3-foot mouse
With an aqualung and a smoker's cough
She's the GOAT at Renaissance fairs
For aging men with sundial hair
Don walks the Earth like a fever dream
Part man, part broken time machine
With childlike wonder in his soul
They tried him a Disney adult
Death is a backpack
Carry it close but out of sight
But life's a different story
Chase it from a distance like a kite
Michael bought his bed and board
With trademarked faces on the walls
Who needs best friends or local shops
With UberEats and Funko Pops?
Now Mary's heading out westbound
To birth a child on sacred ground
Three nephews act as the wise men
She'll never pay those tolls again
Wish on a star and you could be
A matriarch, a time machine
The moment a home becomes a house
I smell a rat, I hear a rat, I see a rat
The 3-foot mouse
Writer: Andy Phipps
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid