Blow Him Apart - The Felice Brothers

I send money to missionaries

My rent situation’s officially scary

I smoke cigarettes

By my grandma’s grave

I mix more medications

Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements

I talk shit

When I’m afraid

But I watched you

Blow him apart

Like a meteor

They’ll find pieces of that boy’s heart

When they get to mars

I took to the streets I learned from busking

My technique is worse than disgusting

You can teach yourself anything

I’m the living proof

I got laughed at by future starts

They get their masters from Juliard

I learnd to sing

In a chicken coop

And I watched you

Burn him alive

H just looked amazed

They’ll be washing

That boy’s pride

Off the street for days