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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Car Seat Headrest
Car Seat Headrest
Künstler:in
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Stimme und Gesang
Andrew Katz
Andrew Katz
Schlagzeug
Ethan Ives
Ethan Ives
Gitarre
Jim DeJoie
Jim DeJoie
Saxofon
Jon Maus
Jon Maus
Posaune
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Mischtechniker:in
José Díaz Rohena
José Díaz Rohena
Ingenieur:in
Steve Fisk
Steve Fisk
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
(Hahaha, it's all downhill from here, alright)
[Verse 2]
Little boy says, "I'll be in love with my fits"
Little boy says, "I'll be in love with my punches"
Little boy says, "What should I do with my hands, mom?"
Little boy is told not to do anything wrong
[Verse 3]
When I die I'll be taken to the constellations
Have a drink, relax, there'll be some introductions
This is Cassiopeia, this is Orion
This is Cindy and this is Nathan
That's Chrissy and the other Nathan
[Verse 4]
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says mother
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says father
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says mother
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says father
[Verse 5]
I speak these words in utter isolation
I drive the car in a line from star to stardom
Little boy says, "I'll touch the heart of the nation"
Little boy says, "I'll punch the heart of everyone"
[Verse 6]
When I die I'll be taken to the constellations
Have a drink, relax, there'll be some introductions
This is Cassiopeia, this is Orion
This is Cindy and this is Nathan
I just met him, no, that's the other Nathan
[Verse 7]
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says mother
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says father
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says mother
"I know that it's a lot to remember," says someone
[Verse 8]
You won't see who you want to see there
No one will want to be in your band
You'll have to learn how to make it on your own
Spend a little time with your own hand
[Verse 9]
Little boy says, "I'll be in love with my fists"
[Verse 10]
And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job
And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job
And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job
And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job
[Verse 11]
Fuck off teens
Written by: William James Barnes
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