| Heard you finally found peace |
| I can rattle that |
| If you’ve got a dark side |
| I can channel that |
| They don’t make a policy to cover all the damage that |
| I do when the rose blooms to a battle axe |
| Blacking out all the light |
| Like a ripe cyclone |
| Never looking for a fight |
| They just all tag along |
| Creeping everybody out like a Skarsgård |
| Leave conflict crispy like a Charizard |
| Turning everybody’s secrets into satire |
| Spraying all this napalm on your campfire |
| Turning all your rainbows into fight scenes |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| Why you gotta gaslight what’s left of me |
| Hank Hill with a propane accessory |
| Hope you kept locks on the box where the diamond is |
| I’m don’t make friends, just rebel alliances |
| I don’t need to get hype |
| I’m a ripe cyclone |
| Setting traps in the night |
| Kinda like Home Alone |
| I can help if your heart needs a pharmacy |
| Cause I don’t ever miss when I aim for the artery |
| Turning everybody’s secrets into satire |
| Spraying all this napalm on your campfire |
| Turning all your rainbows into fight scenes |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| Turning everybody’s secrets into satire |
| Spraying all this napalm on your campfire |
| Turning all your rainbows into fight scenes |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |
| I’m the reason that we can’t have nice things |