The Rattler - Dance Gavin Dance

Eye yai yai yai yai

I’m stuffed

Eye yai yai yai yai

Nice pup

Eye yai, Eye yai

Eye yai, Eye yai

Eye yai yai yai

I’ll never reply yuh

Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight

Pour out the squeal, hear the seal bout to break

Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight

Pour out the squeal, hear the seal bout to break

Retired is a word that I hate

I go quiet 'cause I know how to think

Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank

Young friar is my new chicken drank

Why you try and go and touch people

Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles

Why you try and go and touch people

Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles

Where do you wanna be?

Have you settled for the comfort of security?

Half-baked

What a waste

Out of shape but not overweight

If you showed restraint you could separate

Asses, asses, asses in battle

Die die die die die ya bad apples

Asses, asses, asses in battle

Use your face like a dumb ass rattle

My accent my glibness.

A bee dipped in brass

I’m stuck on the isthmus connecting my past

A passionate servant when I’m paid in cash

Don’t ask if it’s worth it.

Don’t think bout the math

There’s no complaining in the mansion

You can’t do just what I do

I chuck my brain through the black

Climb up the tree

Shoot out the cannon

Fuck her cause she reads

Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified

Hi hi hi hi

Wanted you to know

Came close to being another echo

Don’t have a soul

But I’m on a roll

Comfort in the words of a swindler

Everybody needs approval

One love in the halls of the savior

Act like you’re above them

All the lives you’re running

Will you ever feel it again?

Like you’re part of something

Worth fighting for

Worth dying for

Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait

I smell Sharon’s pimple, it’s the size of grapes

I’m so splintered that my mind wave baked

I had cash but sold it for some soul I’m da wraith