Spooks - Dance Gavin Dance

Fool, your word means shit

My eyes, they wander

Not a lotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid-whore

Swallowing your sister’s nightstand

Might cover up the clogging pores

The sound of Master Blaster’s tank weapon gun addon, I believe

Every single little child can benefit from smoking weed

You’re filling your pockets with my bones

Filling your pockets

Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways

Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways

I don’t know much about computers

But I know that you look like a child abuser

Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways

Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways

Sideways, sideways

Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for

Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul

And lately we should be making me

The best type of record for wasting, please

Amazing bark is getting dark

You know that I know, can ride the arc

And lately we should be making me

The present elect is a burning tree

And you know that I know that I can’t be me

So I can be you, and well, you can be me

I’m a T.O.Y F.O.R you, on my pleasure principle

We keep it on the down low, 'cause public eyes are sensible

There ain’t no outcome without the illusion

That I let you in the first place

Girl, you know what we’re doin', this is dirty sex

Back seats, over the tables, under the sheets

At the workplace, on the beach, in the hammock where I sleep

I know it’s your birthday, but could you call me up at 3:30?

Damn, okay, where do you want to meet?

'Cause I know the lonely road it took to get there

And I believed, I believed it at your lonely word

Well, I knew the lonely road it took to get there

Yeah, I believed, I believed it in your lost words

Well, I know the only road it takes to get there

And I only feel it now because I’ve been there

And I know the lonely road it takes to get there

And I only feel it now because I’ve been there

Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul

Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for

(Lame as well as boring, lame as well as boring)

A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound

Capitalize when you dumb it down

You defect and I’ll be raging on top of my car

You defect and I’ll be passed out, covered in tar

A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound

Capitalize when you dumb it down

A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound

Capitalize when you dumb it down