[Spoken]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The guys are fuckboys
Girls are sluts
Is that good enough?
Oh, mmm

[Verse 1]
Suburban soul, you turn the sky red
The same old play park, a rusty swing set
The same old boys names, an evil skipping rhyme
And when you get home you wash your hair with turpentine

[Bridge]
Only a little bad
I made a little list
I got a little high
I held it in my fist
And now I'm feeling good
They tell me this is bliss
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?