Lyrics:
Cheeto Christ cheeto Christ
He's like if Jesus were pumpkin-spiced
Cheeto Christ stupid-Czar
Mad tangerine colored commissar
Ow! He prefers profanity
Perfectly in tune
To eat pumpkin pie by the fire
As we listen to the tunes
Of the greatest generation to ever croon
Can you hear those
(jingle bells, jingle
and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives!
Just hear
in front of a crowd
How loyal are some of your vows
Were all sheep getting force-fed cows
Wish my grandma can see me now, but even I can’t see me now
just waiting on digits, now
Hook
So many clones in the way and it’s okay yeah
Cause you and I we’re different, you and I we get it
So many clones in
a tiger by its toe
Here we go
I see a nemesis foe
I'm just like it me a mario
Here we go
Halloween night
Trick or treat all night
Halloween night
Were
Greetings, good fellow, now
Don't be abhorred, abhorred
I’m not a human child we're not at war
At war slim and Shady, the Pumpkin
King's track roars,
a clone, driving toward the light, from a dark zone
With the sights of tone, flowing, like water, on a stone, huh
Time is moving slow, patiently watching all
make it through the dawn
Why couldn't we be something strong
Got an upper hand baby but you still drive me lucid
Grabbed me by my heart smashing me oh
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
Just hear those
they pass around the coffee
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
Just
I'm living rent free
You'll never catch up to me, so why the Hell were you concieved?
Cuz last time that I checked I was all alone with just my pen
Call
by surprise
We're going back, back, back, back, back to the past to look at all the shit that we could not have
I put my life into songs, I turn my
ways we assemble
All books by their covers
Judgement laid on one another until their bindings crumble
No matter how how you look at it, us underdogs are
all
To return my life to me my everything
I crawl at your feet my doll
Mesmerized by all the things you do for me
Well I hate your coffee and pecan pie
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives!
Just
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
Just
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
Just
like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
Just hear those sleigh bells
survived by the slightest luck, he wasn’t a dead baby, Neddy was alive as fuck!
It was a miracle we’re hearing
The creatures of the evening came creeping
rather have the money than all the gold
I just know you have a writer, yo thoughts never wrote (Never)
I just write every single lovely line from my mind
what you want maybe
But how can I know?
All we said was that we grew too far apart and feels were low
The work on ourselves was overthrown
You only seem
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