Lyrics Neonerd - Onry Ozzborn

Neonerd

Not many left I see, so soon they’ll come looking for me
A far cry on the voyage upon horseback to get to me
Like can we train the others remind them why I returned to revenge
Are so important for balance to become stern
So what you’re saying is what I restored before
Has became mundane and took over by the forces of Ford
Poured on the floor like liquor 'fore I aboard it
Sorted then manufactured, distributed with a portrait
How I’m fortunate, yeah insubordinate, I’m on my way
With a crossbow talk show haunt yo headed for the armor gave
Two freed slaves, two hit a dragon contracted
Go in a bit south to get mine accomplished (ah shit!)
Mosh pit options, rupture red gloy, killjoy Malfoy, not a novice
Nor in Auschwitz, polished and dipped in cloak like wardrobe often
Lester and Mary Poppins escape their lavish coffins
And proceed to all of you joyful that you’ve summoned us
Cocoon is opened up but out came Kim and Michael, yup!
Reverse the curse woke and forced to think
Only absurd to try to think of everything from the outside
And a reoccurring service of reinvention begins when
A character reaches potential at the story worst in
You’ve heard it all before but never experienced anything
Except criticism took over and turned a prince to a king
And made royals and peasants built on a soil we call sacred
Ashamed to be naked but not ashamed to be naked and favorite
I bought a hat from Hackensack’s finest haberdashery
And I’m the very model of a modern-day catastrophe
Back track, backpack a blast from the blasphemy
Iron-on nicknames going down long sleeves
then you take a ski
Wipe a jheri curl stain off the window with some loose leaf
Bubble letter sign saying «if you elect me
I’ll take you for a ride on my cactus road’s huffy»
Fatlace tube grades, California raisins tee
Kimmy Gibbler double-dribbler, what’s the life expectancy
Of the one whom someone says to «hey, will you go out with me?»
That you like but they say «psyche» before you even speak
I was all alone on my sparkly moth banana seat
While he was getting blown behind the bowling alley
Sometimes everything I think I see stings like a bee
But I float like a butterfly, I float like a butterfly
Reverse the curse woke and forced to think
Only absurd to try to think of everything from the outside
And a reoccurring service of reinvention begins when
A character reaches potential at the story worst in
You’ve heard it all before but never experienced anything
Except criticism took over and turned a prince to a king
And made royals and peasants built on a soil we call sacred
Ashamed to be naked but not ashamed to be naked and favorite