I'm gonna die
Dying with you just
I'm going to die
To wear my libido

We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three

She said (x8)

20 bucks has the back and see the lines
I got a small, got what they call the lack
A lack o' halfway cooked, bullets on my own
I say I can't but I really mean I won't
In their arm, or maybe up a nole

Monkey see, monkey do - I don't know why