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Kitchen Sink Video (MV)




Performed By: The Rear Admirals
Length: 3:46
Written by: Alex Gates, Sam Rogerson




The Rear Admirals - Kitchen Sink Lyrics




Sometimes I lay awake and think
I should drown myself in a kitchen sink
But I think that's probably a bad idea
I could just float there for like a year

I don't know how to tie a noose
I tried to hang myself but I just came loose
I'm sure that there are lots of other ways
I could stick my head in a motherf*cking microwave

Maybe there's still hope for me
Just went and checked my mailbox
I got a postcard from my family
They said "We're missing you a lot"

And they said 'Hey, son, I hope you're doing well
"It's really great here, it's really swell
"We're having lots of fun and if you can't tell
"You're an ungrateful son-of-a-bitch and you can go straight to hell"

Sometimes I lay awake in bed
Maybe I should take a bulldozer straight to the head
But I've said before that probably wouldn't work
That's an awful lot of blood-this is an awfully nice shirt

I don't have any suicide pills
I tried to drink rat poison but I just felt ill
I'm sure that I should keep it all deep inside
I'm just like Jesus but I need more than three days to rise
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Sometimes I lay awake and think
I should drown myself in a kitchen sink
But I think that's probably a bad idea
I could just float there for like a year

I don't know how to tie a noose
I tried to hang myself but I just came loose
I'm sure that there are lots of other ways
I could stick my head in a motherf*cking microwave

Maybe there's still hope for me
Just went and checked my mailbox
I got a postcard from my family
They said "We're missing you a lot"

And they said 'Hey, son, I hope you're doing well
"It's really great here, it's really swell
"We're having lots of fun and if you can't tell
"You're an ungrateful son-of-a-bitch and you can go straight to hell"

Sometimes I lay awake in bed
Maybe I should take a bulldozer straight to the head
But I've said before that probably wouldn't work
That's an awful lot of blood-this is an awfully nice shirt

I don't have any suicide pills
I tried to drink rat poison but I just felt ill
I'm sure that I should keep it all deep inside
I'm just like Jesus but I need more than three days to rise
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Writer: Alex Gates, Sam Rogerson
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