Текст Say Anything – 17 Coked Up Speeding
Текст:
I’m 17, coked up and speeding
And I cannot swear that this is actually happening
Collecting names scrawled out on paper napkins
And confusing love with squalid, base attraction
As I weep my eyes bone dry in the back of a taxi
I’m so convinced that now it’s finally too late
Disembodied, friction based, toothless in an empty face
I don’t mind if I spend my time humping a fault line
«Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
You’re not a kid anymore!»
Said the fool to the mystic
«Be realistic!»
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
«You always think too much and feel too little»
«Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
You’re not a kid anymore!»
Said the fool to the mystic
«Be realistic!»
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
«You always think too much and feel too little»
I’m 23 locked up in the asylum
Listening too much to my own album
Sent me spinning out death-wish-bound to forge a callous
Stomping on the seesaw where I balance
I’m at that age where I actually go to parties
While I pray to the devil that a hurricane comes to take us
We’ll be torn away from all the ways we fake trust
«Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
You’re not a kid anymore!»
Said the fool to the mystic
«Be realistic!»
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
«You always think too much and feel too little»
«Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
You’re not a kid anymore!»
Said the fool to the mystic
«Be realistic!»
(Just do)
He replied with a lipstick sigil:
«You always think too much and feel too little»
«Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
Kid, you’re not a kid anymore!»
Physic Nazism
Throbbing viral meme fissures eating my insides
Cut, maim, and drink beneath an obese sweltering sun
I am a vain little white boy with nothing to offer
Except the admission that we have become a disease
So if this is what your God has to offer I spit in his face
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