Like a Buddy Holly cover band your mind permeates mine safely
But She has pop music on her phone so stutter like you mean it
We hear old bands on the radio
And it's strange but our minds are blurry
The neo-beat generation is dead and jazz is too hard
Like Beethoven I'll cook you and eat you alive
I will sell you for parts - show you holes in my eyes
I am eating meat that I found on the floor
I bought pictures of Nixon in bulk at the store
Brush your teeth, paint your face, wear a dress, do your chores
Burn down my house and I'll burn down yours
Treat me like a cop baby I wanna see stars
Check your seatbelt twice now it matters
Pictures of Nixon Video (MV)
Performed By: Parking Lots
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Betty Landry, Majine Lahu, Parking Lots, Richard Nixon, Tommy Clock
Parking Lots - Pictures of Nixon Lyrics
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Like a Buddy Holly cover band your mind permeates mine safely
But She has pop music on her phone so stutter like you mean it
We hear old bands on the radio
And it's strange but our minds are blurry
The neo-beat generation is dead and jazz is too hard
Like Beethoven I'll cook you and eat you alive
I will sell you for parts - show you holes in my eyes
I am eating meat that I found on the floor
I bought pictures of Nixon in bulk at the store
Brush your teeth, paint your face, wear a dress, do your chores
Burn down my house and I'll burn down yours
Treat me like a cop baby I wanna see stars
Check your seatbelt twice now it matters
But She has pop music on her phone so stutter like you mean it
We hear old bands on the radio
And it's strange but our minds are blurry
The neo-beat generation is dead and jazz is too hard
Like Beethoven I'll cook you and eat you alive
I will sell you for parts - show you holes in my eyes
I am eating meat that I found on the floor
I bought pictures of Nixon in bulk at the store
Brush your teeth, paint your face, wear a dress, do your chores
Burn down my house and I'll burn down yours
Treat me like a cop baby I wanna see stars
Check your seatbelt twice now it matters
Writer: Betty Landry, Majine Lahu, Parking Lots, Richard Nixon, Tommy Clock
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid