"Mr. Suck" as written by Mike Pimco and Chris Galen....
Too soon ...
You clear a room
You need ...
To disagree with me

Empty his is empty as can be
Stripped of passion, void of sympathy
Empty his is empty only he can be
Killing joy without a care

I fear ...
You don't feel
Amused ...
That really sucks for you

Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?
Can't you find a place?
Can't you hear the birds that sing?
Songs made out of everything
Listen when they say
Man, break it down
Until it's naked then ...

Too soon ...
You turn the mood
Heavy ...
And filled with jealousy

Empty his is empty as can be
Stripped of passion, void of sympathy
Empty his is empty only he can be

Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?
Can't you find a place?
Can't you hear the birds that sing?
Songs made out of everything
Listen when they say
Paint the sky in tangerine
The greatest things you've ever seen,
In front of your face
Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?

And the flowers bloom
They're surrounding you
And we're all just passing through

Man, break it down
Until it's naked then ...
Don't spit it out


Lyrics submitted by Blaupunked

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