If anyone can, a Kennedy can
If any clan, a Kennedy can
Nobody knows just what a Roman knows
No one knows just what a Roman knows
And I mixed up head, I was better than none
Chicken fried rice is a bed to some
And the son of Allah, we was a hell of a guy
Hippie of God and famous liberal guy

Behind black eyes
My mind is fine
If you can't love yourself
It's bad for your health
If you can't love yourself
It's bad for your health

I was made in deep space
And I was raised on the moon
Fell to Earth and I was born in June
And we grew up with the spiders and the bills for miles
Tiger feet and the T-Rex claws
And the goal kept 'cause I was misunderstood
Christopher Walken's in a terrible mood
And I broke so hard, some metal on the way
But my heart's broken every brand new day

Behind black eyes
My mind is fine
If you can't love yourself
It's bad for your health
If you can't love yourself
It's bad for your health

Behind black eyes
My mind is fine
Behind black eyes
My mind is fine
Behind black eyes
My mind is fine
If you can't love yourself
It's bad for your health


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Presidici (Et Chapaquiditch) song meanings
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