Don't know what the fuck they talk about
Maybe blowing kisses, blowing names
And really what difference does it make? Oh-oh-oh
Grandpa's coughing in the kitchen, but the strings sound good
Maybe add some flutes
And how do you get the cups out from up in there?
Well, you use a ladder, just use the latter
Seagulls, just avoid talk about seagulls
They're running over some poor bald guy's head
And harps and electric guitars' dysfunction, oh-oh-oh
The young, somehow they will repair
Damn, dude's always crying, working under plain sight
And everything is blended and spilling over
Like it was the last thing on your mind
Oh, and who's gonna miss you?
Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again
Sustain me with your voice, clean the coffee maker
And I adore you, and I represent you crying
'Cause we were born to, we were born to rule
Oh, and who's gonna miss you?
Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again
Sustain me with your voice, clean the coffee maker
And I adore you, and I represent you crying
'Cause we were born to, we were born to rule
