Uppercut

Nothing better than 1 to 4 Nothing better than saying I love you To someone you just adore, ah Nothing better than an accident Turning into brilliance, and you make some masterwork And you get some resilience For when the next time comes And it's not so yum And every dark corner of your mind creeps up Nothing better than a late night Fred's With Mads, Sarah, Brian & Ren French fry and laugh riot Man these guys just totally fuckin shred Nothing like the dog in the morning His fat face on my shoulder I always dreamed of this moment, always But when the next time comes And it always does Where every single moment couldn't get more fucked Swear it to me babe we'll always have our fun Even when we're grinded into cosmic dust Plenty of horror stories Plenty of bad days Plenty of haters wanna take your light from you babe Plenty of pigs, plenty of plagues Nothing worse than New Year's Eve I just wanted to feel seen And I think he knew that when he took what he took from me But I passed that test Like I was an elven queen! And when the record starts I get real tough It's a jab, cross, hook, hook Uppercut I swear it to you babe we'll always have our fun Even when we're grinded into cosmic dust And even when we're back on earth as pond scum I swear to you babe, we'll always have our fun Plenty of horror stories Plenty of bad days Plenty of haters wanna take your light from you babe Plenty of pigs, plenty of plagues