Lyrics
What he achieves
No one believes.
Will read a text,
Knows what comes next.
He's got good bones, he's got nice teeth
And when he speaks
These shiny streaks
Hang in the air
Just for a sec,
Not smoke, just glare.
The air got wet, can't quite forget
What was just said.
I'm a fool for that
The sweet adorable pup,
Who's so cute
And so low on his luck.
It's a bullet to the brain.
A bullet to the brain.
Is my claim to fame,
A quick flash of the insane.
What he achieves
No one believes.
He laughs and grieves,
Rolls up his sleeves,
Crawls on his knees, the cameras roll,
Is he a tease?
He worked me, yeah
Then he fed me, ahhh.
That's right.
I said ruff, oh bog.
No, yes he was, so long
To peach fuzz.
I'm a fool for that
The sweet adorable pup.
Who's so cute
And so low on his luck.
It's a bullet to the brain.
A bullet to the brain
Is my claim to fame,
A quick flame of the insane.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,
Doo-doo...
Ah-a-a.
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