Whoo!
Maybe you lost your lover, maybe you lost your mind
Maybe you lost your brother, maybe you're out of time
Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell
Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well
Maybe you lost direction, maybe you lost the plot
Maybe you lost your senses, maybe you lost your heart, or not (hey)
I know what we say about them, I wonder what they say about us
That's not your problem (hey), you can't control that stuff (uh, hey)
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Goddamn, goddamn, shit, I don't think we in Kansas
We played this for the radio, but they don't understand us
But we don't make shit for the parents or the panderers
Call the cops on the kids, we make 'em put their hands up
This sound like at the movies, mixing root beer with the Fanta
Every chorus hit, I could've written "Tiny Dancer"
But Elton John (hey) could've never written this, I can prove it on camera-
(Yo, Elton, what's good?)
(Hello, mate, how's your fam, bruv?)
These are the breaks that you can't forget
When you lock yourself out and you need a locksmith (ah, yeah)
He just take cash and the ATM's on the fritz (hey)
You split for a little bit
These are the breaks where you really don't talk (ay)
And you try to start walking, but you end up stopping
At every dumb store on the block
Like, "Yes, bruv! This would be a really sick cop," like
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Goddamn, goddamn, man, I think I'm goin' batshit
I wake up and I'm stressin', runnin' late like I got classes
Five years since I graduated, coulda had a master's
Days slip away, don't know how to do my taxes
When I flash back to a better time, all I see is
Blasted, watchin' half of Inglorious Bastards
My grandma saw the show and said, "I wish you were an actor"
Broadway someday, just so she'll stop askin' (maybe you lost your-)
When I think about records that are classic
I realize that you gotta be cringy to appeal to the masses
Do I sell my soul, running laps in the rat race?
I'm tryna get rich, but I know that it's a trap, shit
Everything I worry about now will be scratched in
It's in my bloodstream like some medicine tablets
How does Advil work? How does it know that my back aches?
Got so many questions, but maybe it's not my (my-my-my-)
How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?
I want you to give me something to remember
You can't help it, and I can't feel shit
You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it
Maybe you lost your lover (one more time), maybe you lost your mind (uh)
Maybe you lost your brother (ooh), maybe you're out of time
Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell
Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well
