Death Mountain - The Greatest Bits

I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords that are in an order that is new

I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older that all my fears would shrink

but now I’m insecure, and I care

My names Blurry Face and I care what you think

My names Blurry Face and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

to the good old days

When our Mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

to the good old days

When our Mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out

we’re stressed out

sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young

how come I’m never able to identify where its coming from?

I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it

try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one

It’d be to my brother because we have the same nose, same clothes, home grown,

a stone’s throw from a creak we used to roam

but it would remind us of when nothing really mattered

out of student loans and tree house homes we all would take the latter

My name’s Blurry Face and I care what you think

My name’s Blurry Face and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time,

to the good ol' days,

when our Mama sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

wish we could turn back time,

to the good ol' days,

when our Mama sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,

Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,

Saying, «Wake up, you need to make money.»

Ya.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,

Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,

Saying, «Wake up, you need to make money.»

Ya.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,

When our Mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,

When our Mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out.

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

We used to play pretend, give eachother different names,

We would build a rocket shipand then we’d fly it far away,

Used to dream of outerspace but now their laughing at our face,

Saying, «Wake up, you need to make money.»

Ya.