These lyrics are off...
Put Par Sajak is not in this song that many times:
I am an anarchist
An antichrist
An asterisk
I am an anorak
An acolyte
An accidental
I am eleven feet
Ok, eight...
Six foot three...
I fought the British and I won!!
(oh, ah, o, oh, oh!)
I have a rocket ship
A jetfighter
A paper airplane!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah; UH!
Say what you will... I am The Kill!
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real…
I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit…
I am a plagiarist
Apologist
A walrus doctor lizard uh oh
I am an optimist
A closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won
(Uh oh oh, oh, uh — oh)
I have a wishing well a living will a magical eight ball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; uh!
Say what you will - I am The Kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
(Put Pat Sajak back in office!)
Put Pat Sajak back…
But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party nobody came to but you
And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punch lines point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
And you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
These lyrics are off... Put Par Sajak is not in this song that many times:
I am an anarchist An antichrist An asterisk I am an anorak An acolyte An accidental I am eleven feet Ok, eight... Six foot three... I fought the British and I won!! (oh, ah, o, oh, oh!) I have a rocket ship A jetfighter A paper airplane! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah; UH!
Say what you will... I am The Kill! The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real…
I have a tendency To exaggerate Just a little bit… I am a plagiarist Apologist A walrus doctor lizard uh oh I am an optimist A closeted misogynist I fought the British and I won (Uh oh oh, oh, uh — oh) I have a wishing well a living will a magical eight ball Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; uh!
Say what you will - I am The Kill The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
(Put Pat Sajak back in office!) Put Pat Sajak back…
But the sun still sets on you And the retarded party nobody came to but you And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up And there's hell to pay again
And the punch lines point at you And all the comebacks in the world are in your head And you can't say them until everybody leaves And it's just you and your imaginary friends... Your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends