BACK TO NORMAL Lyrics

Listen to the bass, you can't hear it purr

Blood in your face, I know you want more

Jump to your feet, your knees are really sore

Strap against your back, I know you want war

So mount the helicopter, we bout to do a tour

Tequila, gin, vodka, off the fuckin' floor

Down a white russian, your favorite liqueur

Mad clip, mad drummin' on a foreign shore

Every four years, it's your favorite news cycle

Morbid curiosity, it's inborn primal

Primary on stationary, never true visionary

Maybe my vision blurry, bulging out my skull

Let's give it to Michael, let's give it to high school

Let's give it to everybody, maybe it's viral

Every night on the news, when are we gonna choose?

I'm never gonna do what you might want me to

Instead I'll stay up, kick back a bottle

Shotgun wedding, yeah, heavy full throttle

With a couple friends, yeah, drink away the problem

Mini bottle midnight, shoot shooter got him

Last shot, last round, bottle tight clutchin

Last vote, last count, presidential runnin

Shots fired, man down, spirits gone gunnin

Air out, no sound, new horizon comin

And we're off to the races

It's your favorite occasion

That strong sensation

Moving up and down your spine

The feeling you're chasin

For a hit of relaxation

You're way off base and

Now you're losing your mind

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Moment of impact, still a little funny

How everything out there driven by money

Let's dive a little deeper in the jar of honey

Like Whinnie the Pooh bear eat a little bunny

That visceral warfare comes with a long stare

But we really don't care as long as it's sunny

We poison the fresh air with nuclear bomb glare

And create our own sun even if it gets bloody

News media blitzkrieg

Rolls fast, smoke trees

Pack it up, fold these

Back it up, car keys

War gone cold

Heat's up on time

Warfare difference

Now the trenches online

Got that Tik-Tok clock

Primetime viewin

Knock, knock, knock

Another mass shootin

As shit lives inside us

God given righteous

A pandemic virus

Systems still rebootin

But fuck it, I'll dance

Only so much time

And I have one chance

To make you mine

And I'll die in your arms

If I make it behind

And if my mind works, man

Fuck it, nevermind

Snares are thumpin, everybody jumpin

Presidential DJ, but will he hit the button

Bombs fall fast, and I think they'll hit somethin

Silent for the bass drop, American heart's pumpin

Now the blood is racing

The rocket's spacin

You're impact bracin

Waiting for a sign

And in your nation

There's no replacin

The memory's erasin

Cause you're running out of time

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Ugh

Was a pretty big night, wasn't it?

It's funny to watch people drink

The more I see people drink

The less likely I am to start

You ever wonder why they do it

It creates the illusion of freedom