Born to die, world's a fuck
Hundred million dead cops
Fuck the world, kill them all
Homie, we don't give no fucks
Born to die, world's a fuck
Hundred million dead cops
Fuck the world, kill them all
Homie, we don't give no fucks

1989
Friends House, only see us in the night
Graveyard lullaby
Trash Man gonna come and skin your hide
Red Room valentine
Crimson dripping down, pouring wine
Swan song, cupid wings in the sky
Luna ghost with a match blowing fire
Spaulding stick with my firefly
Pull up in the death wagon
Kill 'em all, this the ballad of the dead
Star still rocking with Rodriguez
Fire walk with me, brothers till the end
Yeah, when you see me in the night
Better make your way back down
Hundred million graves on top, Willy Rodriguez–

Born to die, world's a fuck
Hundred million dead cops
Fuck the world, kill them all
Homie, we don't give no fucks
Born to die, world's a fuck
Hundred million dead cops
Fuck the world, kill them all
Homie, we don't give no fucks, yeah

WORLD'S A FUCK

That’s not what I meant to say at all 
I mean, I’m sick of meaning 
I just wanna hold you 

But that’s not what I wanted to say at all 
I mean, I’m sick of meaning 
I just wanna hold you 

(Is it the chorus yet? 
No. It’s just a building of the verse 
So when the chorus does come, it’ll be more rewarding.) 

I would speak to you in song 
But you can’t sing 
As far as I’m aware 
Though everyone can sing 
As you are well aware 
I keep so quiet 
It’s hard to tell I’m alive 

Everybody’s swinging their hips 
Everybody’s giving the waitress tips 
Everybody’s dancing all of the dances 
Everybody’s dancing every dance now 

Those are you got some nice shoulders 
I’d like to put my hands around them 
I’d like to put my hands around them 

I have enough trouble controlling my own limbs 
Stealing alcohol from our parents and grandparents 
There’s no devil on one shoulder and angel on the other 
They’re just two normal people 

These are the people that I get drunk with 
These are the people that I fell in love with 
These are the people that I get drunk with 
These are the people that I fell in love with 

But if you keep giving me your empty hands man I am tempted to say let’s piss up another rope boys this one has grown old and bitter 

Well, so what? So what? 
We’re young 
We’re thin (most of us) 
We’re alive (most of us) 

Don’t you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second? 
I am terrified your body could fall apart at any second 
Those are you got some nice shoulders 
I'd like to put my hands around them 
We can get real horny 
And keep messing around 
We can keep real quiet 
Won’t be making no sounds 
I’ll try my best 
not to touch your face 
Next time can we 
please meet at my place 

I know that I don’t talk a lot 
But I know that you don’t care a lot 
As long as we move our bodies around a lot 
We’ll forget that we forgot how to talk 
When we dance

Bodys

not a very good cover, my singing sucks and i forgot a whole verse, but a few people like it
original song by Will Toledo of Car Seat Headrest

sunburned shirts (car seat headrest cover)

SEMATARY+ GHOST MOUNTAIN  - WORLDS A FUCK [reupload]

my brain reeks of microplastics and secondhand smoke

sunburned shirts (car seat headrest cover)

durations

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