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Snubnose Jesus
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Terror Cult
Terror Cult
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tate Maloney
Tate Maloney
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mommy, come and take a look at me now I break myself with my favourite swiss friend Can't you see my name in big, bright lights? Wow, I wear myself inside out again I wanna ride the wind, ride the coattails of someone significant I'll play it to no end, this age of innocence A poster boy for incels and the whirlwind juveniles So, love me 'cos I'm passing through Who wants to be a widow? Man, it's pointing at you And all I see The streets run red Honey, won't you like to see what I've done? A woman's scorn reverberates once more Revolution's never been so much fun For the underprivileged and the poor With just two thirty-eights I'd like to demonstrate what a coup can do for you Your days no longer spent floating on acquiesce The voice of youth was born to die, my choice of use for alibis Love me 'cos I'm passing through Who wants to be a widow? Man, it's pointing at you And all I see The streets run red Ah, the streets run red Hey I wanna ride the wind, ride the coattails of someone significant I'll fake it 'till the end, no age of innocence A poster boy for incels and the whirlwind juveniles So, love me 'cos I'm passing through Who wants to be a widow? Man, it's pointing at you And all I see All I see All I see The streets run red
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