"Cut The Brakes" lyrics
"Cut The Brakes"
Started with water
So much water
Our ancestors ate the sun
And then the wading
Before the walking came
And then the real shit had begun
I wanna hang out for no reason
Maybe do some heavy breathin'
Last night I dreamed about a hospital fire
Where do you take survivors from a hospital fire?
Oh, someone cut the brakes while we were sleeping
Someone left the stove on again
Oh, what's the point of all this bob 'n weave'n'?
Someone ate the last Oreo
In came the big ideas
And like a million gods
And some fun new ways to die
I'm throwing a party
Like a middle aged child
I am the king of long goodbyes
I wanna scan you like a pantry
Show me all your nooks and crannies
Last night I dreamed that we said all the things to say
What do you do when you've said all the things to say?
Oh, someone cut the brakes while we were sleeping
Someone let the cat out again
Oh, what's the point of all this bob 'n weave'n'?
Someone ate the last Oreo
Someone ate the last Oreo
Oh, someone cut the brakes while we were sleeping
Oh, someone cut the brakes while we were sleeping
Oh, someone cut the brakes while we were sleeping
Someone ate the last Oreo
Writer(s): Michael O'Brien, Daniel Elisha Mangan, Jason Tyler Haberman, Donald Ian Kerr
- AZLyrics
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- Dan Mangan Lyrics
album:
"Natural Light" (2025)
Contained Free (Interlude)
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