No more water in the lake
No more fish in the ocean
They grew wings, flew away
I got a clue where they're going
They want a break, they want a break
No more water in the lake
No more fish in the ocean
They grew wings, flew away
I got a clue where they're going
They want a break, they want a break
All the lucky ones kept fucking it up
Threatened our lives but it wasn't enough
Didn't wanna sit down, couldn't listen to nobody
So everybody went out of control
Thrashing in platinum dust
Damage that can't be undone
Tragic of weapons
(They want a break)
Everybody went to outer space
The second that the sun exploded
I'm the only fool who stayed
If you're reading this, I wrote it
All the lucky ones kept fucking it up
Threatened our lives but it wasn't enough
Didn't wanna sit down, couldn't listen to nobody
So everybody went out of control
Thrashing in platinum dust
Damage that can't be undone
Tragic of weapons
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
Body, so everybody went out of control
compositores: Brandon Fried, Jeremy Freedman, Jesse Rutherford, Jesse St. John Geller, Lars Stalfors, Mike Margott, Sarah Hudson, Zachary Abels
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