Limp

Wake up

You're not a giver anymore

Screaming around your neighborhoods

The boys are what they're for

They're so young, they give it up

As evil goes down

Just pretend, there's a call

Take that peace, like a marine

Go explore, feel it rise

I think it might, It's never gone

If the moon goes up, why won't the sun even try?

For the millionth time

For the millionth time

For the millionth time

Your hips aren't worth a guy

Your slime

Things are looking up

Trippin' through the marigolds

Don't get high

Sure water keeps it cold

Shallow in your mind

Sure can get you down

Just took out, 44

Caliber, shotgun for

Mowin' down in your flight

I think it might, I think it's gone

Is it me inside, or is it grandpa's fault?

For the millionth time

For the millionth time

For the millionth time

Your knife's not worth the drive

Your slime

Stay young, alright

And strong

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal