Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rattler, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Artificial Selection, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
The Rattler |
Eye yai yai yai yai |
I’m stuffed |
Eye yai yai yai yai |
Nice pup |
Eye yai, Eye yai |
Eye yai, Eye yai |
Eye yai yai yai |
I’ll never reply yuh |
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight |
Pour out the squeal, hear the seal bout to break |
Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight |
Pour out the squeal, hear the seal bout to break |
Retired is a word that I hate |
I go quiet 'cause I know how to think |
Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank |
Young friar is my new chicken drank |
Why you try and go and touch people |
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles |
Why you try and go and touch people |
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles |
Where do you wanna be? |
Have you settled for the comfort of security? |
Half-baked |
What a waste |
Out of shape but not overweight |
If you showed restraint you could separate |
Asses, asses, asses in battle |
Die die die die die ya bad apples |
Asses, asses, asses in battle |
Use your face like a dumb ass rattle |
My accent my glibness. |
A bee dipped in brass |
I’m stuck on the isthmus connecting my past |
A passionate servant when I’m paid in cash |
Don’t ask if it’s worth it. |
Don’t think bout the math |
There’s no complaining in the mansion |
You can’t do just what I do |
I chuck my brain through the black |
Climb up the tree |
Shoot out the cannon |
Fuck her cause she reads |
Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified |
Hi hi hi hi |
Wanted you to know |
Came close to being another echo |
Don’t have a soul |
But I’m on a roll |
Comfort in the words of a swindler |
Everybody needs approval |
One love in the halls of the savior |
Act like you’re above them |
All the lives you’re running |
Will you ever feel it again? |
Like you’re part of something |
Worth fighting for |
Worth dying for |
Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait |
I smell Sharon’s pimple, it’s the size of grapes |
I’m so splintered that my mind wave baked |
I had cash but sold it for some soul I’m da wraith |