Sound
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy to
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy to
1959
You smell like asparagus
But we´ll leave that behind us
Like a dead president
Or the place where I went
Last summer
I don´t remember it´s name
And they all look the same
When the sun doesn´t shine
But the drinks where fine
Last summer