Hail Mary Mallon - Jonathan lyrics

Hurt feelings are bound to happen
Just bliss-out and fantasize a lot
And wear rainbows d-D-D-D-Do that shit
Do that shit do that shit
Do that shit do that shit
D-D-D-D-Do that shit do that shit
Do that shit do that shit
Do that shit d-D-D-D-Do

Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters
Like to row in from the
Isle of astonishing motherfuckers
Machines cleaner than three
Marines' mothers' rooms
Came in peace but leaving with
Keys to your VW needle nosed pliers and a
Paragon of level design
These are the weapons of bedeviling times
If the medicine chest temper like
A towny come untethered
To a busker with a twenty
Minute "Downeaster Alexa" cover
I didn't start the fire but I plan to
Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings
And pan-flutes
Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends
Eat shit, die like it's Just For Men
Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year
I'm a bum, my motherfucking beard has a beard
Hot stepper
Leper with measurements all wrong
I'm a beast, my motherfucking dog got a dog
I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons
Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade
Man's worst friend, tragedy prone
Skirting a never-ending exodus
From Madame Tussauds
He's an immediate threat
Speaking nefarious tongues
Reeking of variant faith
Drinking that heresy punch
I play defender at the center
For the never enough
You called it losing my way
I called it leveling up up up ante
Danny riding through the west wing
Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins
Cuff links, button-up, sloppy coat, no hat
Satan's mother, twisted sister
Brothers Grimm and ghost dad
Number six throwback
Mickey Mantle Upper Deck
Jackknife pegasus to basic bitches rubberneck
Pinky swear, bible belt
O-ring on his spider bite
Flat rate to the city if you
Iffy gypsies ride or die salt in his wounds
(Check) Rice in his stomach (Check)
Price on his head
(Check) Lice in his mullet (Check)
Head on a stake, feet gracing the Ottoman
Sweaty bandanna
Come meet the amazing Jonathan
Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man
Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp
Backyard, black marshmallows on
His olive branch
Dressed up like an evil villain dressed
Up like a soccer dad
Mallon, we don't plan it
Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock
Drunk from it's own damage
Sell 'cuz it's well made
Ducks that are both sitting and
Standing at Hells gate girl, you smell great

Now now whatcha gonna do
Sucka whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now what-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka whatcha-what-whatcha gonna do
Now now whatcha gonna do
Sucka whatcha-whatcha gonna do
N-Now what-whatcha-whatcha gonna do
Sucka what-whatcha gonna do

I got tickets, again
To this Phantom of the Opera
What're you craz-She's like the
Ticket master this girl i know-
She's got tickets to everything
I can't- Oh my God yo what? What's wrong?
They're closing the bowling alley
Oh the bowling alley? What the-
I was born there what?
What're we gonna do man?
They close the bowling alley whats next?
Churches? Hospitals? Ugh
There's only one thing to do
Fundraiser concert!