A mole that's skewered through the brain A moose quite clinically insane Why is it always funny when innocence is so unlucky? Anteaters bursting from inside A beaver sliced & diced & fried So many options for the carnage that we're always counting on And on it goes with furry bodies strewn across the streets and parking lots They never see it coming but it always does and when it's here it's hard to stop the joy that comes from Seeing organs on a spring Head stuck in a hive Molten lava drowning Cuteness bleeding from the eyes Asphyxiation's best when no one is around Watch out for a sprinkler through the head when candy’s on the ground On and on it goes with furry bodies strewn across the streets and parking lots They never see it coming but it always does and when it's here it's hard to stop the joy that comes from Joy that comes from seeing Organs on a spring Head stuck in a hive Molten lava drowning Cuteness bleeding from the eyes Asphyxiation's best when no one is around Watch out for a sprinkler through the head when candy’s on the ground
We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding And we might've started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We keep the beat with your blistered feet And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been We might've said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Oh It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years, and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning
A mole that's skewered through the brain A moose quite clinically insane Why is it always funny when innocence is so unlucky? Anteaters bursting from inside A beaver sliced & diced & fried So many options for the carnage that we're always counting on And on it goes with furry bodies strewn across the streets and parking lots They never see it coming but it always does and when it's here it's hard to stop the joy that comes from Seeing organs on a spring Head stuck in a hive Molten lava drowning Cuteness bleeding from the eyes Asphyxiation's best when no one is around Watch out for a sprinkler through the head when candy’s on the ground On and on it goes with furry bodies strewn across the streets and parking lots They never see it coming but it always does and when it's here it's hard to stop the joy that comes from Joy that comes from seeing Organs on a spring Head stuck in a hive Molten lava drowning Cuteness bleeding from the eyes Asphyxiation's best when no one is around Watch out for a sprinkler through the head when candy’s on the ground
We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding And we might've started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We keep the beat with your blistered feet And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been We might've said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Oh It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years, and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning
Ganggu bet njing
1:43 <3
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Sick guitar
1:50 intro beaconcream
Moga moga bapak itu bukan phedofilla (engga lah mana mungkin)
Woi
woi
@@razhel7165 apa lu
Intro beaconcream
0:39 i heard they never see it comi…
Lg Ringtone: The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
Bro you're doing God's work here ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
that so cool
brasilero?
0:47 Just what I needed.
Now i really need premium so I can turn off video while playing music
+1
Bapak y bikin sakit mata 🤣
Bapak bapak wibu😂😂😂
cocok buat alarm bangun pagi nih.. 😅
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ooohhh i wish i had a better microphone, i'd love to cover this 😭 thanks for the upload!
Thx is perfect.
Thank you! I was looking for this.
Thats my name! Ayden