If Not I'll Just Die

Don’t know what the f*ck they talk about Maybe blowing kisses, blowing names And really what difference does it make Grampa’s coughing in the kitchen But the strings sound good Maybe add some flutes And how do you get the cups out from up in there Well you use a ladder, just use the latter Seagulls just avoid talk about seagulls They're running over some poor bald guy’s head And harps and electric guitars dysfunction The young somehow they will repair Damn the dudes always crying working under plain sight And everything is blended and spilling over Like it was the last thing on your mind Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Oh and who's gonna miss you Here come them crazy flutes Them crazy flutes again Sustain me with your voice Clean the coffee maker And I adore you And I represent you crying 'Cause we were born to We were born to rule Oh and who's gonna miss you Here come them crazy flutes Them crazy flutes again Sustain me with your voice Clean the coffee maker And I adore you And I represent you crying 'Cause we were born to We were born to rule