CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Deadbeat Hits
The night's smoking like you'll never turn in
Thus was born another deadbeat boyfriend
Living, breathing sc*m
Afloat on insufficient funds
It's a heavy moon and you're riding for it
But you ain't nothing 'til the sun adores ya
So give the folks what they need
And you can make the checks out to me
Between you and me it just may be
A sick company
Everybody's chasing that goose who's slingin'
Those chart-topping golden yolks
A grand buffet of FM waves
And you can stuff yourself until you choke
Can't you hear them comin' for ya?
Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya
I want to drink from the most epic chorus
Wearing suits custom tailored for us
Drinking top-shelf for free
Throw off those grips of reality
So don't worry if that moon goes unheard
Now you'll be hangin' it on every record
How could it be wrong?
If the whole world's singing along?
Between you and me it just may be
A sick company
Everybody's chasing that goose who's slingin'
Those chart-topping golden yolks
A grand buffet of FM waves
And you can stuff yourself until you choke
We're gonna stuff ourselves until I choke
Can't you hear them comin' for ya?
Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya
Thus was born another deadbeat boyfriend
Living, breathing sc*m
Afloat on insufficient funds
It's a heavy moon and you're riding for it
But you ain't nothing 'til the sun adores ya
So give the folks what they need
And you can make the checks out to me
Between you and me it just may be
A sick company
Everybody's chasing that goose who's slingin'
Those chart-topping golden yolks
A grand buffet of FM waves
And you can stuff yourself until you choke
Can't you hear them comin' for ya?
Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya
I want to drink from the most epic chorus
Wearing suits custom tailored for us
Drinking top-shelf for free
Throw off those grips of reality
So don't worry if that moon goes unheard
Now you'll be hangin' it on every record
How could it be wrong?
If the whole world's singing along?
Between you and me it just may be
A sick company
Everybody's chasing that goose who's slingin'
Those chart-topping golden yolks
A grand buffet of FM waves
And you can stuff yourself until you choke
We're gonna stuff ourselves until I choke
Can't you hear them comin' for ya?
Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya
