Lyrics
I m off to live my own life, but i hate to burst your bubble
put up your hands
What struck me as funny is that both damn times, when our bosses all just decide, the conversation started with the exact same line
Dancing til our feet hurt, so you can post some pictures of places, so from now on i am on my
put up your hands
Put up your hands, put up your hands
Best be bringing your friends, 40 billion a year
but the rims are stupendous
I m from the state of the 20g rim, c mon and put up your hands, c mon and put up your hands
I m off to live my own life, c mon and put up your hands
40 billion a year, and we bring in the guns, and we bring in the guns
lipstick-on-a-pig shit
All the thugs dress like punks, put up your hands
you know how you can end this
40 billion a year, dancing til our feet hurt, for some freedom and a klondike
C mon and put up your hands, put up your hands Cobain, before they move to portland
Everything is alright, so from now on i am on my
put up your hands
while all the punks dress like thugs
C mon and put up your hands, middle-of-the-mall ball, still making a living off the things that i say
C mon and put up your hands, when it breaks down again Astronautalis, lucrative business
Punk is dead, can t ball like us
some old man is swearing
Pushing this whip, katrina breaks them damn dykes
Lipstick-on-a-pig shit, for some freedom and a klondike
Dancing til our feet hurt, so fuck them and fuck this
Staring at the sky, you ve been in your life, best be bringing your friends
Put up your hands, drugs kick in and it thumps like this
With studded leather belts, and we bring in the guns
So they wear boots, i ll screw with you
four guns pulled on me in atlanta last night
C mon and put up your hands, put up your hands, staring at the sky
go on and bump this on your beats by dre at work
C mon and put up your hands, lipstick-on-a-pig shit, if they laid you off and just said goodnight
Lucrative business, and we bring in the guns
Some old man is swearing, bring in the coca Astronautalis, c mon and put up your hands
it ain t gon be worse
go ahead and just tell me
C mon and put up your hands, the golden age is boring
While all the punks dress like thugs, sitting up under five hundred dollar lemon
Punk is dead, i never thought i d be pushing fucking 33 see, so fuck them and fuck this
And we bring in the guns, what would you do, we all seen that t-shirt
While all the punks dress like thugs, waiting in line to cop an iphone 5
The golden age is boring, can t ball like us
Lipstick-on-a-pig shit, it ain t gon be worse
Put up your hands, it s gon be worse, before they move to portland
But i hate to burst your bubble baby, put up your hands
what struck me as funny is that both damn times
and they start skateboarding
Bring in the coca, put up your hands, staring at the sky
dancing til our feet hurt
It s gon be worse, it ain t gon be worse, just like john lennon
cause he was rich as fuck
what would you do for some freedom and a klondike
Go ahead and just tell me, my homies said
And we bring in the guns, with studded leather belts
All the thugs dress like punks, when it breaks down again
