Falling Through the Clouds

歌詞

There is no culture is my brag Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office This is the home of the vain! This is the home of the vain! Where are the obligatory niggers? Hey there, fuck face Hey there, fuck face There are twelve people in the world The rest are paste This is the home of the vain, this is the home of the vain I just left the Hotel Amnesia I had to go there Where it is I can't remember But now I can remember, now I can remember, Hafta, Hafta, message for yer, message for yer Too much reliance on girl here On girls here, behind every shell-actor Snobbier, snobbier Too much romantic here I destroy romantics, actors Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! You won't find anything more ridiculous than this new profile razor unit Made with the highest British attention to the wrong detail Become obsolete units surrounded by hail The classical, the classical The classical Hotel aggro Message for yer, message for yer The classical Poleaxe One of the millennium of conspiracy, forever I know it means a lot of stomach gas I know it means a lot of stomach gas I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life Poleaxe, the classical Stomach gas I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life Poleaxe Millennium of conspiracy Play out, classical I've never felt better in my life I've never felt better in my life