Making hay while the sun shines
Basking in the past away
Pour some potion in the posthumous life
I get to sing songs everyday
I get to pray to the better faith
In the eye of the past times
We're emanating in a way
Pour some potion in the posthumous flight
I'll use a see-saw and i'll weigh
The more important parts of the enemy today
I get it, I got it, you won it, but f*ck it!
I get it, I got it, you won it, but f*ck it!
Make that marketplace and pay the bills
Imagine yourself standing on rose colored hills
Paint that picture in a posthumous light
We get the weight now, we use the see-saw every single night because...
I get it, I got it, you won it, so f*ck it!
I get it, I got it, you won it, so f*ck it!
We get it, we got it, we want it, so f*ck it!
We get it, we got it, we want it, so f*ck it, sell anyway!
So f*ck it!