Letras
Ha ha ha ha ha
It's crispy
Yeah
Well, damn
Just stepped back up in the loft
And I'm looking to cut this engine off
Smoke a little bit, that end a cough
Hit a ball up, crawl up in the dark, whoa
Then eyes on post like microscope, whoa
Like an organic kaleidoscope, whoa
In the middle of the night, devices glow
What could it be, who could it be?
What do they need? Shit, you'll never know, whoa
Provocative images pre-provided
The need to be discreet or private
Is lost amongst the creeper silence
Afterthought's the only choice to wake the sleeping giant, whoa
Before the rules, they use the deepest darkness
Tree for forest, demon thoughtless
Every pleasure won't be disregarded
Get it back to that Adam and Eve
Bite the apple, step in the garden
We, we, we are the lucky ones
Unlike anything, unlike anyone
Be who you wanna be
We see everything, unlike anyone
We are the lucky ones
Come as you are, Mr. Rock 'n' Roll
Supernova, superstar glow
Free expression is a loaded weapon
Looking for answers to your loaded questions
Is this the dream of a ghetto child?
He's on a whole new level now
Settle down, this is only the illusion
Centerfolds all across the globe for your amusement
Cocaine parties, Jameson, Harleys
Beautiful brunettes, long legs to stretch
Anarchy to the death, oh Joey, you're a bandit
You never gave a fuck about fame or the cameras
Loner, black sheep, drifter, and a stoner
And I can't recall the day that I woke up from my coma
We are the misfits, we live this
But how lucky are we? Hardly
We, we, we are the lucky ones
Unlike anything, unlike anyone
Be who you wanna be
We see everything, unlike anyone
We are the lucky ones
We, we, we are the lucky ones