CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Grindset
Winston Churchill doesn't look like "Star Wars" but
He starved at least three million people to death
I use to live on a street with his name
And do kickflips all over it
But, but, you always gotta be the right one
And make someone else wrong
Gotta be the right one
And make someone else wrong
On infinite meds, I don’t need to rest
I don't wanna play if I'm not the best
You never know when your song’s the last one
Man, life's short like a grindcore set
Yеah, I stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
You can bе jealous, do you know what that is?
What's a Pitchfork for, but to shovel sh*t?
I'm saying life's short like a grindcore set
If I sold my soul to the Devil
'Cause I need all that money for Hell
In Venezuela high-fiving civilians
What I do is because of myself!
I'm the protag of every disaster
Congnitohazard on a global scale
Getting weaponized neocon headpats
Trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10
Heard genocide is going back to normal
I heard genocide is normaler than ever
I heard genocide is going back to normal
I heard, I heard genocide is normaler than ever
As a kid my sh*t got f**ked up
As a kid I deserved to get my sh*t f**ked up
As a kid I f**ked my own sh*t up
What I do is because of me, is what you do because of you? Or?
Is every human god like some speech by Alan Watts?
Like, I'm my own biggest abuser?
Why the f**k can’t I stop?
On infinite meds, I don’t need to rest
I don't wanna play if I’m not the best
You never know when your song's the last one
Man, life's short like a grindcore set
Yeah, I stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
You can be jealous, do you know what that is?
Whats a Pitchfork for, but to shovel sh*t?
All I'm saying’s, life's short like a grindcore set
If I sold my soul to the Devil
'Cause I needed all that money for Hell
In Venezuela high-fiving civilians
Hope they still f**k with me in Brazil
I'm the protag of every disaster
Congnitohazard on a global scale
Getting weaponized neocon headpats
Trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10
He starved at least three million people to death
I use to live on a street with his name
And do kickflips all over it
But, but, you always gotta be the right one
And make someone else wrong
Gotta be the right one
And make someone else wrong
On infinite meds, I don’t need to rest
I don't wanna play if I'm not the best
You never know when your song’s the last one
Man, life's short like a grindcore set
Yеah, I stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
You can bе jealous, do you know what that is?
What's a Pitchfork for, but to shovel sh*t?
I'm saying life's short like a grindcore set
If I sold my soul to the Devil
'Cause I need all that money for Hell
In Venezuela high-fiving civilians
What I do is because of myself!
I'm the protag of every disaster
Congnitohazard on a global scale
Getting weaponized neocon headpats
Trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10
Heard genocide is going back to normal
I heard genocide is normaler than ever
I heard genocide is going back to normal
I heard, I heard genocide is normaler than ever
As a kid my sh*t got f**ked up
As a kid I deserved to get my sh*t f**ked up
As a kid I f**ked my own sh*t up
What I do is because of me, is what you do because of you? Or?
Is every human god like some speech by Alan Watts?
Like, I'm my own biggest abuser?
Why the f**k can’t I stop?
On infinite meds, I don’t need to rest
I don't wanna play if I’m not the best
You never know when your song's the last one
Man, life's short like a grindcore set
Yeah, I stay cashing cheques from Conde Nast
You can be jealous, do you know what that is?
Whats a Pitchfork for, but to shovel sh*t?
All I'm saying’s, life's short like a grindcore set
If I sold my soul to the Devil
'Cause I needed all that money for Hell
In Venezuela high-fiving civilians
Hope they still f**k with me in Brazil
I'm the protag of every disaster
Congnitohazard on a global scale
Getting weaponized neocon headpats
Trying to corpse my way into a pitchfork10
