Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiny Glowing Screens, Pt. 1, artist - Watsky. Album song Cardboard Castles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steel Wool
Song language: English
Tiny Glowing Screens, Pt. 1 |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens |
I’ve seen a person go to shows and raise a lighter app |
But if you’re at my concert please don’t ever try that crap |
Let’s set fire to the heavens |
Turn the motherfucking speakers to 11, this is Spinal Tap |
The future might defeat me, the internet can eat me |
It really tastes like chicken when I bite the hand that feeds me |
And I say me me, me me, play my CD, CD |
Yes indeedy deedy |
We be greedy and it’s tragic that we yawn |
We got every gadget but don’t care there’s magic in our palm |
‘Cause it’s been getting so hot, I can feel the slow rot |
But let’s not die before we get to fuck a robot |
Because we all need something to live for, something to live for, |
something to live for |
We all need something to live for, something to live for |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens |
There was a time before the pot really got strong |
Before the hippies got jobs talking long, long |
Before the people talked in English out in Hong Kong |
Before the holy Dalai Lama had a dot com |
Before God’s dad got it on with God’s mom |
Before he made us pretty things on which to drop bombs |
Before the war crimes |
The rich and poor times |
I’m talking in the land before |
The Land Before Time |
But then the planet lost its baby fat and got crazy |
And we’ve been acting like some fraidycats a lot lately |
Something’ll kill us like cigarettes or the commies maybe |
Or maybe AIDS or scabies, rabies or zombie babies |
Even the KGB, pray we be free from ADD, wade in and bathe in Hades |
No army or Navy’s saving me |
And I can’t tell our little victories from epic fails |
It’s either heaven or hell and I can’t make heads or tails |
Are we useless? |
No excuses |
We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces |
Are we useless? |
No excuses |
We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces |
We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces |
So raise your peace sign, if you’re not useless |
Raise your peace sign, no excuses |
We took the peace sign, reduced it to deuces |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens, glowing screens |
And when the sun burns out |
We’ll light the world with tiny glowing screens |
Tiny glowing screens |