The Front Bottoms
The Bells
All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can't stand
Seem to be dying of natural causes, please
(Of natural causes)
And I could reach my arms out with my two hands
In the middle of a crowded room, and not touch anyone
Someone talk to me
We are so cult
We are so underground
Developed in small rooms
Speak up loudly, now
And when I call, and I will call
Make sure you throw your phone
As hard as you can at the wall
Like my wisdom teeth, all my friends want out
I look nervous, and I should
It's gonna hurt more than we had planned
As I spit blood out of my mouth
It was nice when I woke up
But then the clouds came down like pain
But it isn't all that bad
The desert could use the rain
I need to tattoo (Need to tattoo)
Two black eyes (So fucked up)
Shave my head to the skin
To let everyone know just how angry I am on the inside
We are so cult (We are so cult)
We are so underground (We are so cult, now)
Developed in small rooms
Speak up loudly, now
And when I call, and I will call
Make sure you throw your phone
As hard as you can at the wall
And when I call, and I will call
Make sure you throw your phone
As hard as you can at the wall