Limp

Wake up
You're not a giver anymore
Screaming around your neighborhoods
The boys are what they're for
They're so young, they give it up
As evil goes down

Just pretend, there's a call
Take that peace, like a marine
Go explore, feel it rise
I think it might, It's never gone
If the moon goes up, why won't the sun even try?

For the millionth time
For the millionth time
For the millionth time
Your hips aren't worth a guy
Your slime

Things are looking up
Trippin' through the marigolds
Don't get high
Sure water keeps it cold
Shallow in your mind
Sure can get you down

Just took out, 44
Caliber, shotgun for
Mowin' down in your flight
I think it might, I think it's gone
Is it me inside, or is it grandpa's fault?

For the millionth time
For the millionth time
For the millionth time
Your knife's not worth the drive
Your slime

Stay young, alright
And strong
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal

Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal