Yeah (oh)
Tick tock
Heavy like a Brinks truck
Looking like I'm tip-top
Shining like a wristwatch
Time will grab your wrist
Lock it down 'til the thing pop
Can you stick around for a minute til' the ring stop? Please God
Tick tock
Heavy like a Brinks truck
Looking like I'm tip-top
Shining like a wristwatch
Time will grab your wrist
Lock it down 'til the thing pop
Can you stick around for a minute til' the ring stops? Please God (please God)
As time keeps slippin' away (slipping away)
Girl, don't start feelin' a way (a way)
You and I, we are one in the same
Loving in pain, loving in
As time keeps slippin' away (slipping away)
Girl, don't start feelin' a way (a way)
You and I, we are one in the same
Loving in pain, loving in (the same)
Tick tock, gimme, gimme big bucks
That is all that I do, girl, I just hit the jackpot
I wish you were here with me now so I could feel some
I wish you were here to hold me down like a real one, real one
Live long, wanna be a big shot
Should've stayed away but always had a weak spot
I've been on the road, and I'm sorry for the mix up
If you still love me can you see me during liftoff, liftoff?
As time keeps slippin' away (slipping away)
Girl, don't start feelin' a way (a way)
You and I, we are one in the same
Loving in pain, loving in
As time keeps slippin' away (slipping away)
Girl, don't start feelin' a way (a way)
You and I, we are one in the same
Loving in pain, loving in (the same)
With my hands in the ocean
With my hands in the ocean
With my hands in the ocean, I pray
I pray, oh, I pray

Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

I got a DSi at a limited rate
It’s a hell of a drug and it’s a hell of a rage
Got a CRT and only seven morе days 'til I drop cold dead from the clot in my brain
I’m made of dеad meat and I got no taste
And I won’t let up 'til I get my way
Got sharp wide eyes and I bounce in place
Got a big sharp knife, it’s my own X-ray

Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

Hey let's go, you’re on a roll
Go on, lose your self control
Got no place I’d rather go
'Cause I lost my mind in late September
Dial numbers watch your tone
Clockwork wind up all alone
The more you stop, the more I go
Do your best, I’ll do one better
You say will when I say won't
You say do, but I say don’t
I’m running out of ways to cope
So I bite the hand that feeds me, lose my mind

AAAAAAAA
What the fuck is wrong with you
You fucking asshole, you piece of shit
Little fucking dick licker
Fucking asshole
Fucking I—
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You little fucker