Where the fuck am I
Tell me did I just die?
'Cause I don't understand why
I'm in a room I don't recognise
I died at 5:45
Yeah it says so on a sign
And my mother's crying out her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I'm digging my own graver for the day
I decorate with pink socks and go change
Two fat stacks on my eyes
I'm in a box I don't recognise
Believe what they say
And you'll be flying away
On a [?] d-day
Why [?] on your face
A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
Yeah polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, polly
Yeah polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, polly
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype
Crucified like Jesus Christ
compositores: David Anthony Katz, Dominic Harrison, Martin Jonas Ola Holmstrom Terefe, Patrick Russel
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