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
Keanu! Video (MV)
Performed By: People Eating Fruit
Language: English
Written by: BRANDEN BAUER, PAUL MARCHESANI, PAUL O'NEILL
People Eating Fruit - Keanu! Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: BRANDEN BAUER, PAUL MARCHESANI, PAUL O'NEILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave