Lesson #198
Lyrics
Maybe we'll die
Won't that be nice?
A silver lining to the virus
Not a sacrifice
Maybe they've won
Or maybe we've tied
The nation's ill, on TV still
They advertise
First world thinkers
Are just headshrinkers
Let's be free from these beginners
And all those late night dinners
Right wingers and dead ringers
The deceased and their grave diggers
Yes the bingers and the gingers
Who suntan in the winter
Pirate tractors and the re actors
The kidnapped and their captors
First world thinkers
Are just hard drinkers
Don't take the vaccine
I don't wanna be mean
But if you cried it was a hoax
Then you deserve saline
Let's be free from these folk singers
That linger with Sexfinger
All the vacuums and the tubes
And the one's who're bending spoons
Yes the bingers and the gingers
Who suntan in the winter
Pirate tractors and the re actors
The kidnapped and their captors
Writer(s): Jared Morris
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Post your Interpretation
The Meaning of Lesson #198
Be the first!
Post your thoughts on the meaning of "Lesson #198".