Letras
I don't listen much to reason
Everybody wants to be here
Santa Claus has lost his mind
Easter Bunny's not a rabbit
Tricks are made for kids until
Pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly
Everyone just ran around just
Playing games with anti-socials
No one ever taught you how to fall
I don't listen much to of you
Everyone's a fucking psycho
No one ever taught you how to call
Won't you take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to fly
Take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to die
Take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to fly
Well, everyone around you a superstar, they can motherfucking die
I don't give a damn about what you think
All the pseudo-psycho hippies always stink
No one else here brought up questions till you flied
No one gave you any sex until you cried
Trying to be a superstar
(Take it, take it, take it)
Take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to fly
Take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to die
Take it off and shoot it up
And show me how you used to fly
Everyone around you a superstar, they can motherfucking die
Superstars die
Superstars die
Superstars die
Superstars