Sleeping in a car
Whose airbags won't inflate
Pass a rusty rail yard
As soon as we hit the state
And why do i fantasize about the zombie apocalypse
Why is mass destruction our best potential catalyst
Do you think to yourself
What a wonderful world
Would we build for ourselves
If we didn't have to hurl our bodies in screaming death machines?
Tell me what, would you build if all these bricks were free?
Why do we hide blue sky with screens?
These stupid billboards are so taxing
There's nothing wrong with graffiti and giant weeds
They're something natural that reminds us that the earth is green
And i think that there's something so toxic that's driving us here
Our world needs a new diagnosis that's not based on fear
Of an angry god above
Tell me what would you build
When all the wars are done?
Out of hellaware
In hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
We're in hellaware
Where money decides how we do everything
Leave what grows on the side of the road in the ground
Paint over every billboard with slogans you found
In your own head
Behind the starbucks
Where my delinquent friends
F*cked in a dumpster
And called themselves libertarians.
We'd go through the drive-through at burger king for weed,
Cus everyone who worked there could hook you up with what you need.
Tell me how many good memories do you have with a brand?
There is no escaping this when you grow up in a wasteland
We're all from hellaware
From hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
F*ckin hellaware
Where all of the prettiest places seem just out of reach
Trash Boy - Hellaware Lyrics
Trash Boy - Hellaware Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Sleeping in a car
Whose airbags won't inflate
Pass a rusty rail yard
As soon as we hit the state
And why do i fantasize about the zombie apocalypse
Why is mass destruction our best potential catalyst
Do you think to yourself
What a wonderful world
Would we build for ourselves
If we didn't have to hurl our bodies in screaming death machines?
Tell me what, would you build if all these bricks were free?
Why do we hide blue sky with screens?
These stupid billboards are so taxing
There's nothing wrong with graffiti and giant weeds
They're something natural that reminds us that the earth is green
And i think that there's something so toxic that's driving us here
Our world needs a new diagnosis that's not based on fear
Of an angry god above
Tell me what would you build
When all the wars are done?
Out of hellaware
In hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
We're in hellaware
Where money decides how we do everything
Leave what grows on the side of the road in the ground
Paint over every billboard with slogans you found
In your own head
Behind the starbucks
Where my delinquent friends
F*cked in a dumpster
And called themselves libertarians.
We'd go through the drive-through at burger king for weed,
Cus everyone who worked there could hook you up with what you need.
Tell me how many good memories do you have with a brand?
There is no escaping this when you grow up in a wasteland
We're all from hellaware
From hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
F*ckin hellaware
Where all of the prettiest places seem just out of reach
Whose airbags won't inflate
Pass a rusty rail yard
As soon as we hit the state
And why do i fantasize about the zombie apocalypse
Why is mass destruction our best potential catalyst
Do you think to yourself
What a wonderful world
Would we build for ourselves
If we didn't have to hurl our bodies in screaming death machines?
Tell me what, would you build if all these bricks were free?
Why do we hide blue sky with screens?
These stupid billboards are so taxing
There's nothing wrong with graffiti and giant weeds
They're something natural that reminds us that the earth is green
And i think that there's something so toxic that's driving us here
Our world needs a new diagnosis that's not based on fear
Of an angry god above
Tell me what would you build
When all the wars are done?
Out of hellaware
In hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
We're in hellaware
Where money decides how we do everything
Leave what grows on the side of the road in the ground
Paint over every billboard with slogans you found
In your own head
Behind the starbucks
Where my delinquent friends
F*cked in a dumpster
And called themselves libertarians.
We'd go through the drive-through at burger king for weed,
Cus everyone who worked there could hook you up with what you need.
Tell me how many good memories do you have with a brand?
There is no escaping this when you grow up in a wasteland
We're all from hellaware
From hellaware
We're stuck in hellaware
F*ckin hellaware
Where all of the prettiest places seem just out of reach
Writer: Trash Boy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid