If Not I'll Just Die

Don't know what the fuck they talk about

Maybe blowing kisses, blowing names

And really what difference does it make



Grampa's coughing in the kitchen

But the strings sound good

Maybe add some flutes

And how do you get the cups out from up in there

Well you use a ladder, just use the latter



Seagulls just avoid talk about seagulls

They're running over some poor bald guy's head

And harps and electric guitars dysfunction



The young somehow they will repair

Damn the dudes always crying working under plain sight

And everything is blended and spilling over

Like it was the last thing on your mind

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

Oh and who's gonna miss you

Here come them crazy flutes

Them crazy flutes again

Sustain me with your voice

Clean the coffee maker

And I adore you

And I represent you crying

'Cause we were born to

We were born to rule



Oh and who's gonna miss you

Here come them crazy flutes

Them crazy flutes again

Sustain me with your voice

Clean the coffee maker

And I adore you

And I represent you crying

'Cause we were born to

We were born to rule