People Eating Fruit - Keanu! Lyrics

Pauly's In the basement smoking all the evidence

I'm upon the pavement thinking about the cliens

The cliens are in the sky thinking bout the humans

I'm losing my frame of reference

In a picture perfect pretty painted pestilence

I heard they got ya feeling downtrodden and depressed

Keanu Reeves on a park bench

Keanu!


Now when I say sex you say rubbing flesh!

Sex! Rubbin' Flesh! Sex! Rubbin' Flesh!
Sex! Rubbin' Flesh! Sex! Rubbin' Flesh!


Need one more planet so it can talk shit on us

Just to feel unified with the one we're on

Just like in football when you favorite team wins

Hope that will give me some sense of accomplishment

Hahahahahaha isn't that comedy?

Laughing out loud with my face in the paper feed

Fill up my mental with consistent stimulus

What ever you do just keep me distracted


Sing along, you're dumb if you don't sing along

This dumb singalong, you're dumb

Cuz you sang along, you're dumb

Cuz you sang along, this dumb singalong

(Sing along, you're dumb if you don't sing along)

This dumb singalong


You're gonna make it kid

Six feet underneath of it

The cold hard earth

Some sort of rebirth

One of these days you'll float away