作词 : Isaac Brock 作曲 : Isaac Brock Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane Bad breath talking bout fresh rain What hand, what hand is gonna shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf (it was hanging out by itself) Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well How do I land, how do I land How do I land 'cause I don't understand You walk across the country Shaking many hands and you're buying the product But you didn't get that you already got it And do not understand (You got yourself a muffin And you went to the chicken and you asked him where's the stuffing You want a different view so you looked at the whole island And you need to build a house so you find a plan) Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane, man Bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain What hand is going to shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well (You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you think you're pretty tough, but you ain't done nothing And you're goin to the phone, you're gonna get animal You're gonna go crazy, maybe you'll go to hell And you went to moldy muffin and you got yourself muffin And the black hole and you're talking about nothing And you think that you said something, but you didn't say nothing And I think that I heard you, but I was listening to my headphones) A black hole talking bout nothing You can't get the chicken or the stuffing Going round and you think that your tough When you can't kick ass Take a drive on the downtown train Wake up so to get drunk again Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well (You went to muffin moldy and you bought yourself a muffin You went to muffin moldy and you bought yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you searched the whole wide island And you go to the saloon and got yourself some water And you get and you went to swimming pool) Take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain We taught the mirror how to admire itself Are you gonna get sick worrying 'bout your health You walk across the country and you want the product But you do not get what you already got When you get on the train, usually, you're kissing But you wake up and you feel ok Where do I land, where do I land Where do I land 'cause I don't understand Well, you ache in your bones and you think you're too insane But you can't, you can't, you can't explain But you complain and it's already nothing And you go to nose and nose and get yourself a muffin (You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you searched the whole wide island And you go to the saloon And got yourself some water And you get and you went to swimming pool) A black hole talking 'bout nothing You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin A black hole talking 'bout nothing A black hole talking 'bout nothing You get the chicken, but you don't get stuffing And it doesn't mean all that much of nothing
作词 : Isaac Brock 作曲 : Isaac Brock Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane Bad breath talking bout fresh rain What hand, what hand is gonna shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf (it was hanging out by itself) Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well How do I land, how do I land How do I land 'cause I don't understand You walk across the country Shaking many hands and you're buying the product But you didn't get that you already got it And do not understand (You got yourself a muffin And you went to the chicken and you asked him where's the stuffing You want a different view so you looked at the whole island And you need to build a house so you find a plan) Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane, man Bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain What hand is going to shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well (You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you think you're pretty tough, but you ain't done nothing And you're goin to the phone, you're gonna get animal You're gonna go crazy, maybe you'll go to hell And you went to moldy muffin and you got yourself muffin And the black hole and you're talking about nothing And you think that you said something, but you didn't say nothing And I think that I heard you, but I was listening to my headphones) A black hole talking bout nothing You can't get the chicken or the stuffing Going round and you think that your tough When you can't kick ass Take a drive on the downtown train Wake up so to get drunk again Well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well (You went to muffin moldy and you bought yourself a muffin You went to muffin moldy and you bought yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you searched the whole wide island And you go to the saloon and got yourself some water And you get and you went to swimming pool) Take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain We taught the mirror how to admire itself Are you gonna get sick worrying 'bout your health You walk across the country and you want the product But you do not get what you already got When you get on the train, usually, you're kissing But you wake up and you feel ok Where do I land, where do I land Where do I land 'cause I don't understand Well, you ache in your bones and you think you're too insane But you can't, you can't, you can't explain But you complain and it's already nothing And you go to nose and nose and get yourself a muffin (You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you searched the whole wide island And you go to the saloon And got yourself some water And you get and you went to swimming pool) A black hole talking 'bout nothing You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin A black hole talking 'bout nothing A black hole talking 'bout nothing You get the chicken, but you don't get stuffing And it doesn't mean all that much of nothing
