And don’t cha’ think it’s funny how the world works when the sun shines,
Everybody’s outside, doing shit to pass time.
And making time go faster with a bit of red wine,
Working on their tan lines, til’ it gets to bed time.
The world is populated by a bunch of bullets -
Living to the fullest, no limit to their fullness.
It’s like we’re all diseased but no one wants to cure it,
We eternal tourists, just ready for the pulpit.
And everybody’s screaming life goes fast, as they’re sprinting right on past,
All the reasons that they had, to make this last.
They pushing on ahead, just to meet all the undead,
Spent their life in their bed, and this life they’ll forget.
And now it’s hello, fuck a zombie, blowing like some palm leaves -
That fell off some palm trees. we float through life, and death.
Are you worried bout your past?
Well your past doesn’t matter when you’re living like a zombie.
And now it’s hello, fuck a zombie, blowing like some palm leaves -
That fell off some palm trees. we float through life and death.
Are you worried bout your past?
Well your past doesn’t matter when you’re living like a zombie.
La vie est un jeu, souviens-toi,
Living like a gambler, the master rambler,
Out in the night like a panther, samurai like Samsa,
Kill em’ all commander, destroyin’ the panzers.
It’s like we’re all just craving death, I be sending out my texts,
With my will in the subject. (just in case)
Got a lawyer sleeping under my bed, so that when I kick the bucket.
He’ll be signing all the checks. (who should I make this out to)
We watching other peoples lives, on our TV’s,
Till we be the deceased.
Does that crypt have an en suite? If I’ll be a zombie,
At least let me be clean. (No but it has a balcony)
And all this is dumb, I’d rather come up like sun,
Or anti-gravity fun.
What’s the point in convincing all of the masses, when time it just keeps on passing, if gods real trust he’s laughing.(Muhaha)
And now it’s hello, fuck a zombie, blowing like some palm leaves -
That fell off some palm trees, we float through life and death.
Are you worried bout your past?
Well your past doesn’t matter when you living like a zombie.
And now it’s hello, fuck a zombie, blowing like some palm leaves -
That fell off some palm trees, we float through life and death.
Are you worried bout your past?
Well your past doesn’t matter when you living like a zombie.
I might care about Kim Kardashian‘s baby,
When Kanye is at my wedding and I got films with Scorsese.
I’m planning for y’all to hate me,
I’m planning for when my bank accounts empty and tour will save me
I’ll always have more to say.
See this catalogue of cookie cutter chemistry matches,
Ain’t appealing, after all got eighty sentences hatching,
Bout being broke, barely sane, bitches similarly bat shit,
Off the jump, we something like the ministry of magic.
And my energy is tragically wasted if I ain’t use it all,
How you go class, pay the bill and just stare at the wall,
Mind blank, wondering when someone gonna make the call,
Teacher say your name but your brain just says fuck it, stall.
I’d rather fucking ball, cash my last check, play a stage like a seminar,
Teach a couple people how to be themselves, be a star,
Buy a couple speakers and a mic, then go play a park,
I ain’t gonna play a part.
