Head Hunter - Dance Gavin Dance

Will you bless this mess?

Will you bless this mess?

Simple angel, perfect devil

Can I come inside?

I’m feeling like larva

I’m frumpy like Martha

A 15-foot Parka

I grow out my clothes

Eat till I’m sleepy

The muffins are beefy

A giant diamond

When you’re blessed, it shows

You wanted me to act up

To make you feel more backed up

Well, take a swig of vodka

And battle underwater

You say you need a father

Well, baby, I’m a baller

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

Will you bless this mess?

Will you bless this mess?

No rehash, no rehab

No empty simulation

I want it, I made it

It’s not an animation

Got no time for depression

No therapy session

Inertia, it festers

And feeds my aggression

These chains on my tires

They came with it, they’re stock

My sense of direction is all the way up, up

Keep up, keep up 'cause I’m not coming down

I’m jacking up shots, you can fight for the rebound

Got an angel and a devil seducing my head

I’m in for a three-way I’ll sleep when I’m dead

You wanted me to act up

To make you feel more backed up

Well, take a swig of vodka

And battle underwater

You say you need a father

Well, baby, I’m a baller

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

Na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na