cheekface lyrics

some will wash the chicken and the others will not i have no opinion, baby, you are the boss

and who the hell am i keeping up appearances for if i’m crying on fire? how will i rearrange the time that i waste? i won’t sleep today or ever

your heroes are dead and so i guess you’re the hero now

i’m coming out of my grave and i’ve been doing just fine

you can’t cover late capitalism over with makeup anymore plus you’re richer than god and more handsome

take a good idea and do it too much

what’s the wifi login and password in heaven?

nice haircut! nice charcoal lemonade i woke up late for earth and it made me late for heaven i regret to inform you you’re not invited to the wedding but you’re welcome at the funeral

it’s your best life if it’s the life that you’re living right now

are my hands freakishly huge and is that why everything slips through my fingers?

every pleasure is guilty and the pleasure is mine

there’s a bunch of random rich guys in Male Feminists The Band and as Sufjan Stevens sang, ‘i want to hold your freakin hand’

my heart’s head is getting a headache i’m getting nauseous and puking up flowers i hit my head on something twice in a row i got a papercut from digging through your trash

human frailty has been going around must have caught a case and it’s worse than most

brother, did you know that Tame Impala is just one guy?

hey buddy, this is private property!

i’m coming out of my grave and i’ve been doing just fine

the ground, the ground, the ground should not be green the ground, the ground, the ground should be brown and we’re here to take a stand against it

take a good idea and do it too much

now, David was a murderer who had a problem with the tall and as somebody who’s tall, you find the whole thing quite offensive and now you feel you must take umbrage with an Old Testament story and me, i have not read the book or whatever but you tell me that it’s boring