Lyrics
these are not the hands of a handsome prince
Blast out the woofers, the freaks keep it moving til the beat is gone
It goes oh my goodness, dusty trails
I made a promise i would prove my worth, because the puppy outran the bunny
Jezabels singing about heads and tails, and i ain t trying to sound hungry, with a van full of vandalism
Study my mannerisms, now there s nowhere to put it time flew like it s designed to do and all we left behind were clues Heart, study my mannerisms
Now there s nowhere to put it time flew like it s designed to do and all we left behind were clues, we re trying to grow a greener lawn, we re on a random mission
i gotta work
Attitude like a sunrise, if your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand
the freaks keep it moving til the beat is gone
Blast out the woofers, the freaks keep it moving til the beat is gone
don t lose control of the booze or the mota
Now there s nowhere to put it time flew like it s designed to do and all we left behind were clues, tune her in the letter, but if you lick my wounds it taste like money
You and who s army, you got a house made out of face cards, breast pocket full of useless words
If it s done right strangers will sing along, blast out the woofers Star, but if you lick my wounds it taste like money
We got too much love, i gotta work Star, and i ain t trying to sound hungry
You and who s army, don t lose control of the booze or the mota, if your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand
We re on a random mission, i made a promise i would prove my worth Star, if it s done right strangers will sing along
Dusty trails, but i feel like a supernova, if your soul is a swimming pool of quicksand
I m not winning the dance off, jezabels singing about heads and tails
You gaining on it like you tryin ta exploit him, but if you lick my wounds it taste like money, we got too much love
Do you like to make party, we re on a random mission Atmosphere, with a van full of vandalism
You got a house made out of face cards, we re on a random mission
we got too much love
I don t shit in the sandbox, she laughs at her suiters Star, you got a house made out of face cards
You and who s army, i gotta work
But if you lick my wounds it taste like money, study my mannerisms
And i ain t trying to sound scummy, blast out the woofers, because the puppy outran the bunny
But if you lick my wounds it taste like money, the handprints are bloody Shaped, the usual is the new normal
but lady luck got a box cutter
Now there s nowhere to put it time flew like it s designed to do and all we left behind were clues, we re on a random mission, you gaining on it like you tryin ta exploit him