whispering weirdo

Stop fucking with my head, you know I don’t got a soul/

Scream for the dead lady, dance with her big eyed son/

The cat’s meow, the Disco in the yard, the volleyball/

I just want you to shake it and get loose/Forget about your life,

Your car is on fire anyways/Put a knife in my pocket, to give the

Kid a bee kiss/ Feel this rhythm, humans turn into hybrid birds/

Get down, Get down, Get down and feel it/ My life is dead, I

Will walk in the streets just to prove it to you/With a bullet

In my brain, and a dog on a leash/Watch out for the van.