Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Casket, artist - Modern Baseball. Album song The Nameless Ranger, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lame-O
Song language: English
Casket |
| Though you might think you’re cute |
| It’s not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you’re a somebody |
| Growing up in this good for nothing town |
| Saying, «I'm gonna make, I’ll get out» |
| Well good luck, when all you’ll ever be |
| Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me |
| Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity |
| Like dropping out of college cause it’s quote unquote |
| «Getting the best of me» |
| Free from the life that will be our demise |
| Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well |
| «I've got connections man» |
| I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you |
| But you’ll just be at home |
| Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say |
| «Well, where did he go?» |
| Working back-room at Staples just for the extra money |
| Cause you already live off your parents and your friend’s weed |
| Living each day by some new decree |
| «Well if I just wait around things will surely come to me!» |
| Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations |
| Cause truth be told they won’t just fall in your lap |
| Now I’m not saying I want you out of my life |
| But I’ll go grab your coat and hat |
| Free from the life that will be our demise |
| Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well |
| «I've got connections man» |
| I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you |
| But you’ll just be at home |
| Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say |
| «Well, where did he go?» |
| I’ve been tryna think of ways to say this without spraying it |
| But I can’t cause I’m up in your face |
| Talking to you |
| Searching around for answers and clues |
| Of why you have nothing to do |
| Free from the life that will be our demise |
| Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well |
| «I've got connections man» |
| I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you |
| But you’ll just be at home |
| Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say |
| «Well, where did he go?» |
| Let the shotgun shells of your parents graduating class, light up your eyes |
| (Free from the life that will be our demise |
| Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well |
| «I've got connections man» |
| I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you |
| But you’ll just be at home |
| Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say |
| «Well, where did he go?») |
| Now don’t call me cute |
| And don’t say I’m giggling |
| Cause I’m getting the fuck outta here, you’ll all see |
| I’m actually running around chasing my dreams |
| You won’t say, «Where did he go?» |
| about me |