My neighbour thinks
His grandma's dead
Fell on the tracks
And her head fell off
Gone too soon
I should've said
But she turned 87
Yesterday
Very Little does he know
I know where she dwells alone at night
Never alone
Always tied up
With a knife gliding
Across her ass
Cameras hidden
In your room
Watching you
Kiss your brother
You guys don't look
Like quite the couple
Blow your brains
With a sharp ass knife
Oh
F*ck!
Now you know
How to hide
When I have
A knife in my hand
Stare aware
When I'm out free
That my gun might be
The last thing you will see
Oi Doghouse
It's me
How many f*cking times
Do I have to tell you
To stop
Talking about f*cking
Assholes
Murder
F*cking,
Swearing about people's grandmas
It's actually so messed up
If you make one more song
Or anything about
This type
Of f*cked up shit
Like the song you just sent me
I'm out
Okay?
Call me back
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My neighbour thinks
His grandma's dead
Fell on the tracks
And her head fell off
Gone too soon
I should've said
But she turned 87
Yesterday
Very Little does he know
I know where she dwells alone at night
Never alone
Always tied up
With a knife gliding
Across her ass
Cameras hidden
In your room
Watching you
Kiss your brother
You guys don't look
Like quite the couple
Blow your brains
With a sharp ass knife
Oh
F*ck!
Now you know
How to hide
When I have
A knife in my hand
Stare aware
When I'm out free
That my gun might be
The last thing you will see
Oi Doghouse
It's me
How many f*cking times
Do I have to tell you
To stop
Talking about f*cking
Assholes
Murder
F*cking,
Swearing about people's grandmas
It's actually so messed up
If you make one more song
Or anything about
This type
Of f*cked up shit
Like the song you just sent me
I'm out
Okay?
Call me back
His grandma's dead
Fell on the tracks
And her head fell off
Gone too soon
I should've said
But she turned 87
Yesterday
Very Little does he know
I know where she dwells alone at night
Never alone
Always tied up
With a knife gliding
Across her ass
Cameras hidden
In your room
Watching you
Kiss your brother
You guys don't look
Like quite the couple
Blow your brains
With a sharp ass knife
Oh
F*ck!
Now you know
How to hide
When I have
A knife in my hand
Stare aware
When I'm out free
That my gun might be
The last thing you will see
Oi Doghouse
It's me
How many f*cking times
Do I have to tell you
To stop
Talking about f*cking
Assholes
Murder
F*cking,
Swearing about people's grandmas
It's actually so messed up
If you make one more song
Or anything about
This type
Of f*cked up shit
Like the song you just sent me
I'm out
Okay?
Call me back
Writer: Jacob Gander
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