Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Captain Monk
Producer
Jon Uhland at Studio 1225
Mixing Engineer
Testi
Bury the hatchet where I found it
Right where my arm snapped when I fell
After my friends told me I'm ugly
Carry my liver up the driveway
Squeeze it til' all the juice runs out
Delivery it to my unborn baby
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
It barely goes
Stare at the ceiling while I fidget
Flicking my boogers behind the couch
Thinking of times I said some dumb shit
Take out the trash bag in my boxers
Sit in the shower for awhile
Hoping the steam fills up my empty heart
Feel it like a cricket crawled up my cuff and rubbed its legs
Driving me up the wall
It's easier to crush it with a fist you only punish
It's my own damn fault
Slip it down my throat
Dilate and float
Give me all the green ones
And some coke
Fry them up in Szechuan
Cram them down my gullet til I have a stroke
I've got a
Funnel for the filling
A doggy bag that's spilling
Into the backseat of my 1986 Peugeot
Writer(s): Jackson Allen
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