"Blow Him Apart" lyrics
(originally by The Felice Brothers)
I send money to missionaries
My rent situation’s officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma’s grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I’m afraid
I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
Took to the streets, I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything
I’m the living proof
I got laughed at by future stars
They get their masters from Julliard
I learned to sing
In a chicken coop
And I watched you
Burn him alive
He just looked amazed
They’ll be washing
That boy’s pride
Off the streets for days
And I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
My rent situation’s officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma’s grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I’m afraid
I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
Took to the streets, I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything
I’m the living proof
I got laughed at by future stars
They get their masters from Julliard
I learned to sing
In a chicken coop
And I watched you
Burn him alive
He just looked amazed
They’ll be washing
That boy’s pride
Off the streets for days
And I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
