Leak Bros - Dead lyrics
[Leak Bros - Dead lyrics]
I started getting juicy when I
Saw what it does
Nevermind my tunnel vision and
Skin crawling with bugs
My pores start to hyperventilate
Hypes of my mental state
Go psychedelic out of my
Skeleton to celebrate this hell is great
Rapidly tweaking to corpse with me
Then stumble the bundle
Into the freezer like Walt Disney
Drain the liquid from me then
Stick my earths tummy
When I'm reborn you can't take shit from me
Because dead because dead
Because dead get to shine all night long
Unusual part of a funeral
Marks the musical dark
Moodkiller got full peaked body bags of
Leak with smells reeking through zippers
Morticians prescription strength
Soaking peoples tuxedos to the bone
There's no place like a funeral home
My newports get mummified corpses
Dripping from orifices
This is like diarrhea after the rigor mortis
Both lungs is sponges
With fluid like oil changing the Buick
Drowning but you still hearing
That background music
A scene with the girl from The Ring
Raise hell at new well, fuck who you call
Sprinkle black magic like Voodoo dolls
Night of the living leak heads
Dipping pot in the cooking pot
I'm running off with Chris Thomas's watch
You can mourn the gone but what pump
Through my arms in the morgue
I can afford to purchase more and
Then smoke and then record
My girlfriend walked in on me
Hacking my arm up from my wrist to my pecks
Needless to say she's my ex
With no excuse for my behavior
The razor's my acting agent
You say it's a cry for help
I say it's more like practice, ain't it?
All of my heroes been dead
Since I was two-zero
Instead of be in the fam my
Shrine's a mirror of meds
Cigarette sizzling
Smoking till my flesh wear diligence
Like long range missiles into Iraqi villages
Shotguns are the most accessible
Tickets to Hades, kids
Rather be dead than the guy who
Raps about how great he is
One last fuck, cigarette and sip on my lager
Then I'm gonna burn in hell with Kurt
BIG and my father
Saw what it does
Nevermind my tunnel vision and
Skin crawling with bugs
My pores start to hyperventilate
Hypes of my mental state
Go psychedelic out of my
Skeleton to celebrate this hell is great
Rapidly tweaking to corpse with me
Then stumble the bundle
Into the freezer like Walt Disney
Drain the liquid from me then
Stick my earths tummy
When I'm reborn you can't take shit from me
Because dead because dead
Because dead get to shine all night long
Unusual part of a funeral
Marks the musical dark
Moodkiller got full peaked body bags of
Leak with smells reeking through zippers
Morticians prescription strength
Soaking peoples tuxedos to the bone
There's no place like a funeral home
My newports get mummified corpses
Dripping from orifices
This is like diarrhea after the rigor mortis
Both lungs is sponges
With fluid like oil changing the Buick
Drowning but you still hearing
That background music
A scene with the girl from The Ring
Raise hell at new well, fuck who you call
Sprinkle black magic like Voodoo dolls
Night of the living leak heads
Dipping pot in the cooking pot
I'm running off with Chris Thomas's watch
You can mourn the gone but what pump
Through my arms in the morgue
I can afford to purchase more and
Then smoke and then record
My girlfriend walked in on me
Hacking my arm up from my wrist to my pecks
Needless to say she's my ex
With no excuse for my behavior
The razor's my acting agent
You say it's a cry for help
I say it's more like practice, ain't it?
All of my heroes been dead
Since I was two-zero
Instead of be in the fam my
Shrine's a mirror of meds
Cigarette sizzling
Smoking till my flesh wear diligence
Like long range missiles into Iraqi villages
Shotguns are the most accessible
Tickets to Hades, kids
Rather be dead than the guy who
Raps about how great he is
One last fuck, cigarette and sip on my lager
Then I'm gonna burn in hell with Kurt
BIG and my father