Testi musica canzoni

I don't listen much to reason,
everybody wants to be here,
Santa Clause has lost his mind
Easter Bunny's not a rabbit,
tricks are made for kids until,
pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly

everyone just ran around just
playing games with anti-socials,
no one ever taught you how to fall
i don't listen much to of you,
everyone's a fucking psycho,
no one ever taught you how to call

won't you take it off,
and shoot it up,
and show me how, ya used to fly.

take it off,
and shoot up,
and show me how, ya used to die.

everyone around you superstar, they can mother fucking die.

i don't give a damn about what you think,
all the pseudo-psycho hippies always stink,
no one else here brought up questions till you flied,
no one gave you any sex until you cried.
trying to be a superstar,
superstars lie