Song | Dead White Boy |
Artist | Two Inch Astronaut |
Album | Foulbrood |
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Dead white boy, swings from the heaviest limb now | |
He’s all gone, whiter than ever before now | |
What a shame, we should have done something different | |
told me to tell you to read what he wrote | |
and told me to tell you to relay a vote, did you like it? | |
is it publishable? | |
exit the carnival coughing for air, | |
look deep inside of the nothing is there | |
and how would they know how it feels to be you without it? | |
dead white boy, he was in one of my classes | |
long ago, went upside his head with a back brace | |
tell me did you even like him that much? | |
now they’re coming to get you but nobody cares, | |
death is an entrance and you’re not prepared | |
when you have what I want you’ll be the first to find out | |
last Halloween he carved with symmetry | |
two eyes, a nose, a ripped mouth all his own that said | |
“I want you to be able to look at me for once” | |
best part of knowing it all is you already know what you want | |
best part of having a jaw is you can still talk when its gone | |
best part of packing it in is you already got it how you lived | |
dead white boy, are you afraid of hell? It’s no place for someone with your | |
complexion | |
dead right boy, you were dead to me all along, dead white boy, dead to me all night long |
Dead white boy, swings from the heaviest limb now | |
He' s all gone, whiter than ever before now | |
What a shame, we should have done something different | |
told me to tell you to read what he wrote | |
and told me to tell you to relay a vote, did you like it? | |
is it publishable? | |
exit the carnival coughing for air, | |
look deep inside of the nothing is there | |
and how would they know how it feels to be you without it? | |
dead white boy, he was in one of my classes | |
long ago, went upside his head with a back brace | |
tell me did you even like him that much? | |
now they' re coming to get you but nobody cares, | |
death is an entrance and you' re not prepared | |
when you have what I want you' ll be the first to find out | |
last Halloween he carved with symmetry | |
two eyes, a nose, a ripped mouth all his own that said | |
" I want you to be able to look at me for once" | |
best part of knowing it all is you already know what you want | |
best part of having a jaw is you can still talk when its gone | |
best part of packing it in is you already got it how you lived | |
dead white boy, are you afraid of hell? It' s no place for someone with your | |
complexion | |
dead right boy, you were dead to me all along, dead white boy, dead to me all night long |
Dead white boy, swings from the heaviest limb now | |
He' s all gone, whiter than ever before now | |
What a shame, we should have done something different | |
told me to tell you to read what he wrote | |
and told me to tell you to relay a vote, did you like it? | |
is it publishable? | |
exit the carnival coughing for air, | |
look deep inside of the nothing is there | |
and how would they know how it feels to be you without it? | |
dead white boy, he was in one of my classes | |
long ago, went upside his head with a back brace | |
tell me did you even like him that much? | |
now they' re coming to get you but nobody cares, | |
death is an entrance and you' re not prepared | |
when you have what I want you' ll be the first to find out | |
last Halloween he carved with symmetry | |
two eyes, a nose, a ripped mouth all his own that said | |
" I want you to be able to look at me for once" | |
best part of knowing it all is you already know what you want | |
best part of having a jaw is you can still talk when its gone | |
best part of packing it in is you already got it how you lived | |
dead white boy, are you afraid of hell? It' s no place for someone with your | |
complexion | |
dead right boy, you were dead to me all along, dead white boy, dead to me all night long |