paroles de chanson Bleachers - Eleventyseven

Pop-punk kids stuck in the grid
Just like Flynn before 'em
Sins of the rents, spared no expense
Now we can't afford 'em
Nineties idols filling prison cafeterias
For touching us

Tongues on the move
They wanna trade my skin for glitter
Come for the view, stay for the A.I. babysitter
Pseudoscientific pop culture trickery
A better me

Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers?
I'll be damned, they already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this high-def everglow

Up from the mud, washed in the blood
Crucifixerupper
Loop up the noose, who's the new Judas undercover?
New solutions for your existential crisis
Are coming back to bite us

Bricks in the wall, lost in a bedroom mortuary
Kiss from a prince, woke from a Xanax February
The Walt Disneyfications of our love songs
Are wearing off, it won't be long

Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers?
I'll be damned, they already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this high-def everglow

Won't somebody show the teachers
All this blood beneath the bleachers?
I'll be damned, they already know
They know we got nothing better
Waiting for acceptance letters
In this high-def everglow