WPLCS Lyrics

Do I want to be with or do I want to be her

Body? I can't ever decide

Drop me a line if you want to feel something ossified

Do I want to be with or do I want to be her?

Doctor Honeydew Melon murdered my Beaker

I am a lot, I am a lie

Drop me a line if you'd rather not know me, harvest fly

Cause you've got enough problems without this megalomaniac

I hate losing, but I got it

You're not a narcotic, but I feel my vision going black

Move me like a chestnut sapling

Walmart parking lot cremation sign

And I don't care about what you call me

All the things that you wanted to do after all this time

It feels right

That I should burn in the back of a rented Chrysler van. I'm getting tired

Born in the back of a rented Chrysler, thoughts of you in her arms

Burdening the haunches of my moral pillars, I want to go down on you!

But you've got enough problems without this megalomaniac

I hate losing, but I got it

You're not a narcotic, but I feel my vision going black

Treat me like a dollar forty

Walmart parking lot cremation sign