Dead Players - Oh Well lyrics
[Dead Players - Oh Well lyrics]
Cut my name into your forearm
I came to bring the mother fucking pain
Apply the war balm
Nothing but that pure charm plus a sore palm
Drown away a thousand rainy days
- I change the forecast
That's a long shot, this shit is short lived
My team keep the torch lit
But no time to talk shit
I'll stab you with the forklift
Drive it through your heart
Blow the fucking moon apart
Liven up your stupid ass
Super duper lunatic drooling in
A pool of spit
Moody looking dude is in cahoots
With Mr hoover Schmidt
Shoulda been the usual bit
Tweaking up the formula
Dinner simmer softly while I finger
Point at all of ya
Look at what you made me do!
I was only joking blud
Why'd you wanna poke the bear
Now you've gone and woke him up
But he ain't one to open up
More the type to shut it down
It's time for you to swallow
While it eats from you the stomach out
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi
I kept it tight lipped
Prised apart my jaws and left
The last remaining morsel of a
Summer fraught with raw excess
We were out the back
High fiving as the mourners wept
She wore a dress
High heels, a necklace and a hornet's nest
I'll send this can of worms back
To burn again I guess
Send my best regards to our
Deflated and disheveled chef
I think I said it best back
When I was glitching out
Shit's cool, ain't nothing to be pissed about
The year's wrapped tightly 'round our necks
And left our eyes bulging
The children yapping at my ankles
Caught a right scolding
They got that brain cells man
Working through the night bowling
Probably still tripping off that same
Acid I sold him
So carpet bomb the whole affair
We spent our time sniffing mounds of
Beak and breathing stolen air
I told 'em hold it there, ain't nothing grim
Sunlight streaming out my mother fucking skin
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi
I came to bring the mother fucking pain
Apply the war balm
Nothing but that pure charm plus a sore palm
Drown away a thousand rainy days
- I change the forecast
That's a long shot, this shit is short lived
My team keep the torch lit
But no time to talk shit
I'll stab you with the forklift
Drive it through your heart
Blow the fucking moon apart
Liven up your stupid ass
Super duper lunatic drooling in
A pool of spit
Moody looking dude is in cahoots
With Mr hoover Schmidt
Shoulda been the usual bit
Tweaking up the formula
Dinner simmer softly while I finger
Point at all of ya
Look at what you made me do!
I was only joking blud
Why'd you wanna poke the bear
Now you've gone and woke him up
But he ain't one to open up
More the type to shut it down
It's time for you to swallow
While it eats from you the stomach out
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi
I kept it tight lipped
Prised apart my jaws and left
The last remaining morsel of a
Summer fraught with raw excess
We were out the back
High fiving as the mourners wept
She wore a dress
High heels, a necklace and a hornet's nest
I'll send this can of worms back
To burn again I guess
Send my best regards to our
Deflated and disheveled chef
I think I said it best back
When I was glitching out
Shit's cool, ain't nothing to be pissed about
The year's wrapped tightly 'round our necks
And left our eyes bulging
The children yapping at my ankles
Caught a right scolding
They got that brain cells man
Working through the night bowling
Probably still tripping off that same
Acid I sold him
So carpet bomb the whole affair
We spent our time sniffing mounds of
Beak and breathing stolen air
I told 'em hold it there, ain't nothing grim
Sunlight streaming out my mother fucking skin
(Ahhh) and I can tell you like me
In the hotel, like to roll a L like me
Oh, oh well probably go to hell like me
Tune in to the Yugen smell my chi