CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Fallen Interlude (Posse Cut)
Ladies, and gentlemen, and non-binary folks of the class of 155: Wear Dude Ranch. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, Dude Ranch would be it. The long term benefits of Dude Ranch have been proven by Vice articles from the early 2000s, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the powеr and beauty of your nation. Never mind, you will not undеrstand the power and beauty of your nation until they’ve faded, but trust me. In another 161 episodes you’ll look back at all the memes and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous Sam really looked with a man bun. You are not as punk as you imagine. Don't worry about the future, or worry and know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by asking Nate Ruess for help. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindside you while you’re skateboarding all alone at night through the streets of Montreal. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s pods. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re celebrated in Canadian media journalism, sometimes you're not. The race is long, and in the end it’s only with The Ringer. Remember the good sclusies, FORGET THE BAD ONES. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old fan accounts, throw away your archives, but trust me on the Dude Ranch
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Uh! Ah! Yeah. Mmm-Hmm Uh. Uh. uhhhh Yeah. Hee Yeaah! (155) Woo Ha!
I can’t believe i have to actually write a f**kin rap verse. (Uh)
The Chains said it best, “how many likes is my life worth?” (What?)
Travis killed the beat, Famous Stars sticker on the hearse, (Yeah)
And if you think this song is bad, my friends it gets a lot worse
We’re all in on fallen, we fall in, we’ve all been
No small things just fall things, it’s autumn, we’re fallin’. (Alright)
More giggles than Fallon. All giggles, no talent
Not cancelled but called in, we’ve all sinned, we’re fallen. (155)
S. Reidy, Blink-155 nation (Blink-155)
Josiah, Sam yo I see you. Yeah
Crowds scatter, planes crashin’ when the storm hits
Dark matter’s just a cymbal that we all miss
Trace back to the line count all your steps
Place bets on your legs ‘cause you rub necks
It gets dark when you’re hidin’ from the sunshine
Creep to the bone, draw a sword at the same time
Knowin’ they about to miss me like a Tom song
Gettin’ risky like Josiah with the long johns
Yeah I’m a beast and I'm feeling ya, I’ma take it there
When I see you I'ma beat you just like a ring snare
I can take you to the places you never saw
But beating me’s impossible like gettin’ Tom on the pod. (1-5-5)
Hello?
This is Blink-155
You're now listening to Blink-155
Here’s the ad libs you requested
Uh! Ah! Yeah. Mmm-Hmm Uh. Uh. uhhhh Yeah. Hee Yeaah! (155) Woo Ha!
I can’t believe i have to actually write a f**kin rap verse. (Uh)
The Chains said it best, “how many likes is my life worth?” (What?)
Travis killed the beat, Famous Stars sticker on the hearse, (Yeah)
And if you think this song is bad, my friends it gets a lot worse
We’re all in on fallen, we fall in, we’ve all been
No small things just fall things, it’s autumn, we’re fallin’. (Alright)
More giggles than Fallon. All giggles, no talent
Not cancelled but called in, we’ve all sinned, we’re fallen. (155)
S. Reidy, Blink-155 nation (Blink-155)
Josiah, Sam yo I see you. Yeah
Crowds scatter, planes crashin’ when the storm hits
Dark matter’s just a cymbal that we all miss
Trace back to the line count all your steps
Place bets on your legs ‘cause you rub necks
It gets dark when you’re hidin’ from the sunshine
Creep to the bone, draw a sword at the same time
Knowin’ they about to miss me like a Tom song
Gettin’ risky like Josiah with the long johns
Yeah I’m a beast and I'm feeling ya, I’ma take it there
When I see you I'ma beat you just like a ring snare
I can take you to the places you never saw
But beating me’s impossible like gettin’ Tom on the pod. (1-5-5)
