Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Octoberfest, artist - Hail Mary Mallon. Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
Octoberfest |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| Bobby bananas foster |
| Intense like a campers crossword |
| Slicker than some pants he bought for |
| Dinner with the Manson lawyers |
| Dippin' on some two-for-Tuesdays |
| In excess of the moody bluejays |
| A dead limb from a jewel removed |
| Way back when he used to make suits with Kool-Aid |
| Cold cuts with the Blair Witch spare rib |
| Post up with the Maryland Terrapins |
| Donuts in the derelict airship |
| That he stole in a moment of some barely-there shit |
| Spit take the tobacco cancer |
| Switch blades with a pack of panthers |
| Just wait 'til the captain answers |
| And we all give way to the jack-o-lanterns |
| Naughty nurses cursing loudly |
| Gassed up from the bourbon bounty |
| Like she don’t give a burp about me |
| But she still get low by Bergen county |
| Let me clear my name and bury |
| This hatchet in your caged canary |
| With a cape and hair piece |
| Buenos Aires like ‘Collect call for Agent Clarice' |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| Hey motherfucker |
| This year Halloween fell on a weekend |
| Vacate shells in a heat lamp |
| Free man teeth on a five finger meal plan |
| Knight might go Sistine with his free hand |
| King of the keypad, egad |
| Please be careful |
| Can’t trust Weasley or werewolf |
| Batman, Yoda, Luigi, scarecrow |
| Out from an evening of air holes |
| Into the fray, deadly dipshits |
| Raised on blades in a red delicious |
| In the end it wasn’t about pez or licorice |
| It was children engaged in obsessive mischief |
| Like black Jansport crammed with an arsenal |
| Of egg cartons and barbasol |
| You’re in the army now a hierarchy of hazing |
| Partly a comrade, partly a play thing |
| Heart with a place for the guard |
| Who execute grace with a X-ed out face |
| Still, even at the mercy of beautiful masks |
| Here’s how I further detach |
| Under a burgundy moon |
| Out from the wings |
| Off with the veil |
| Off with the skin |
| Tossing his bones in the wind |
| Everybody goes home in the end 'cause |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |
| We got no rules in here |
| One by one, we’re losing here |
| Reckless, stressed, and super weird |
| With heavy heads as souvenirs |