Song parody of
Real World Problems (Never Not Seventeen)
by Halloween Jesus
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Thanks for murdering
My future
Thank for screwing up
My plans
My priorities are
Useless
Sitting second next
To plants
Not permitted
To be selfish
Though I'll try
My fucking best
While your cigarette
Is burning
My planet's lungs
Play Simon says
So keep me glued
To seventeen
So keep me grounded
Beneath my feet
I'll try to walk
But never run
I can't escape
Your tar-black scream
Damned and shot
The air l breathe
Mom and dad
Want the American dream
Boiling skin
That we call the sea
It's your fault
Don't fucking blame it on me
I'm not the one who
Needs your sorries
Tell your truth upon
The trees
They're the ones
Who leave you coughing
Although you're in
Your 70s
My country's ruled by
An orange
Those fruits he never
Seems to eat
He'd rather choke on
Diet Pepsi
That and his tall tale
Of the week
I don't demand a
Revolution
Do I sound like I'm
Insane
Although it wouldn't be
The first time
I wanted a bullet for
The pain
Damned and shot
The air l breathe
Mom and dad
Want the American dream
Boiling skin
That we call the sea
It's your fault
Don't fucking blame it on me
Thanks for murdering
My future
Thank for screwing up
My plans
My priorities are
Useless
Sitting second next
To plants
Not permitted
To be selfish
Though I'll try
My fucking best
While your cigarette
Is burning
My planet's lungs
Play Simon says
So keep me glued
To seventeen
So keep me grounded
Beneath my feet
I'll try to walk
But never run
I can't escape
Your tar-black scream
Damned and shot
The air l breathe
Mom and dad
Want the American dream
Boiling skin
That we call the sea
It's your fault
Don't fucking blame it on me
I'm not the one who
Needs your sorries
Tell your truth upon
The trees
They're the ones
Who leave you coughing
Although you're in
Your 70s
My country's ruled by
An orange
Those fruits he never
Seems to eat
He'd rather choke on
Diet Pepsi
That and his tall tale
Of the week
I don't demand a
Revolution
Do I sound like I'm
Insane
Although it wouldn't be
The first time
I wanted a bullet for
The pain
Damned and shot
The air l breathe
Mom and dad
Want the American dream
Boiling skin
That we call the sea
It's your fault
Don't fucking blame it on me
