Had a cartoon dream, drunken doves collide.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Lowered myself lower than low cause I found out that I was wrong.
Sunday was a lie. I don't care. Dig into the earth for the flaw.
Love is in the air.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Had a cartoon dream, drunken doves collide.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
*Guitar Solo*
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
C*nt. Country singer.
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God Awakens Petrified - Country Singer Lyrics
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Had a cartoon dream, drunken doves collide.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Lowered myself lower than low cause I found out that I was wrong.
Sunday was a lie. I don't care. Dig into the earth for the flaw.
Love is in the air.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Had a cartoon dream, drunken doves collide.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
*Guitar Solo*
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
C*nt. Country singer.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Lowered myself lower than low cause I found out that I was wrong.
Sunday was a lie. I don't care. Dig into the earth for the flaw.
Love is in the air.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Had a cartoon dream, drunken doves collide.
Bumblebees won't sting and nothing ever dies.
Life is more f*cked than f*ck itself. Are we losing velocity?
Something so brown that you can smell. Anal babble philosophy.
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
*Guitar Solo*
Anger, hatred spiral, bliss, love is in the air.
Pussing, rotting, burning skin. You cannot help but stare.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
If I had it my own way I'd turn myself into a caterpillar
and wait to get squashed into the next life.
Maybe I'd create a new religion or become a famous country singer.
Born as Elvis and turned into a shrine.
Something hit a nerve. Everything went red.
Bent over by force as the brow beads sweat.
C*nt. Country singer.