paroles de chanson Yucca - JOHNNASCUS

I'm gonna fucking die making this song (Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yeah)

(Yuh) I fuck your father in the ass
Take the masculine out of him (Aye)
Put your mommy in a body bag
I am your new mother bitch (Aye)
Killing all traditions (Aye)
Nothing needs to make sense (Sense, Aye aye)
The age of order is thin (Huh)
Taking off to the new times
To an age where the old dies
Their mentality will fry
So humans can live life

Run to the sun
Blindly follow the light and you'll
Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop
Kill all the moths
Stuck in their ways and they'll
Flop Flop Flop Flop Flop Flop Flop Flop

I fuck your father in the ass
Take the masculine out of him (Aye)
Put your mommy in a body bag (Uh)
I am your new mother bitch
Killing all traditions (Aye)
Nothing needs to make sense
The age of order is thin
Taking off to the new times

Look through the veil
See all the leaders with their
Heads off Heads Off
Off Off Off Off
Running to where?
Aimlessly around before they
Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop Drop
All the shit I got called for
They just claim I'm an eyesore
In the years there will be more
Like me
My intelligence edgy
Underground Dostoyevsky
My religion has left me
We are now post-modernity

(Yuh, Yuh, Yeah, Yuh, Yuh, Yeah, Yuh, Kumo)
(Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yeah, Kumo, Yo, What, What, What, Yo)
Entering the new
2020 decade
And the Elmer's glue
Stickiness is fading
Like the boomers who
Be hoarding all the money
What the fuck are we to do for climate change
Future can go two ways
Cyberpunk anime (Aye, Yuh)
Future can go two ways
Dystopian fantasy