Letras
Where does it even come from?
Oh, this manic light
That awakens you
In the middle of the night
Drives this fear of dying on the vine again
Like a clergyman from the sticks
Who found Satan sixty-nineing
Sucking dicks
In a motel room in Kansas City
I had an epiphany
Watching infomercials
Of normal people scream
I'll never satisfy my growing need for speed
It's why I walk all day and night and cry myself to sleep
I wanna shop
Until I drop
I wanna shop until I drop
I wanna shop until I
I wanted to write you
The prettiest song in the world
But I got distracted
The wildfires over Burbank
I wanted to write you
The prettiest song in the world
But I got distracted
So I didn't