Saturday


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.

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