Part of the Band (Live from Madison Square Garden, New York, 07.11.22)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 4808485
๐ Lyrics
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination (oh)
So many cringes in the heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
Enough about me now
"You gotta talk about the people, baby"
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Cumming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas"
Sitting east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
"I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
While staining the pages of the nation
A Xanax and a Newport
"Well, I take care of my kids," she said
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
(Like advertising cigarettes)
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get (yeah)
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination (oh)
So many cringes in the heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
Enough about me now
"You gotta talk about the people, baby"
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Cumming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas"
Sitting east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
"I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
While staining the pages of the nation
A Xanax and a Newport
"Well, I take care of my kids," she said
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
(Like advertising cigarettes)
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get (yeah)
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.88] She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
[00:10.05] I always used to bust into her hand
[00:13.99] In my, my, my imagination
[00:17.34]
[00:20.23] I was living my best life, living with my parents
[00:23.89] Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
[00:27.42] And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah
[00:33.70]
[00:46.56] And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
[00:50.85] I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
[00:54.56] In my, my, my imagination (oh)
[01:00.72] So many cringes in the heroin binges
[01:03.55] I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
[01:06.93] Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
[01:15.52] Enough about me now
[01:18.94] "You gotta talk about the people, baby"
[01:24.00] At home, somewhere I don't like
[01:27.41] Eating stuff off of motorbikes
[01:30.52] Cumming to her lookalikes
[01:37.53] I can't get the language right
[01:40.94] Just tell me what's unladylike
[01:43.78]
[01:50.59] I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas"
[01:54.98] Sitting east on their communista keisters
[01:58.88] Writing about their ejaculations
[02:04.05] "I like my men like I like my coffee
[02:07.10] Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
[02:11.03] While staining the pages of the nation
[02:19.55] A Xanax and a Newport
[02:22.67] "Well, I take care of my kids," she said
[02:28.19] The worst inside of us begets
[02:31.48] That feeling on the internet
[02:34.81] It's like someone intended it
[02:38.29] (Like advertising cigarettes)
[02:41.56] A diamond in the rough begets
[02:44.94] The diamond with a scruff you get (yeah)
[02:48.29]
[03:34.69] Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
[03:38.30] Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
[03:42.84] Calling his ego imagination?
[03:48.01] I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
[03:52.46] And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
[03:56.20] It's kind of my daily iteration
[04:16.58]
[00:10.05] I always used to bust into her hand
[00:13.99] In my, my, my imagination
[00:17.34]
[00:20.23] I was living my best life, living with my parents
[00:23.89] Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
[00:27.42] And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah
[00:33.70]
[00:46.56] And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
[00:50.85] I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
[00:54.56] In my, my, my imagination (oh)
[01:00.72] So many cringes in the heroin binges
[01:03.55] I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
[01:06.93] Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
[01:15.52] Enough about me now
[01:18.94] "You gotta talk about the people, baby"
[01:24.00] At home, somewhere I don't like
[01:27.41] Eating stuff off of motorbikes
[01:30.52] Cumming to her lookalikes
[01:37.53] I can't get the language right
[01:40.94] Just tell me what's unladylike
[01:43.78]
[01:50.59] I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas"
[01:54.98] Sitting east on their communista keisters
[01:58.88] Writing about their ejaculations
[02:04.05] "I like my men like I like my coffee
[02:07.10] Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
[02:11.03] While staining the pages of the nation
[02:19.55] A Xanax and a Newport
[02:22.67] "Well, I take care of my kids," she said
[02:28.19] The worst inside of us begets
[02:31.48] That feeling on the internet
[02:34.81] It's like someone intended it
[02:38.29] (Like advertising cigarettes)
[02:41.56] A diamond in the rough begets
[02:44.94] The diamond with a scruff you get (yeah)
[02:48.29]
[03:34.69] Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
[03:38.30] Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
[03:42.84] Calling his ego imagination?
[03:48.01] I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
[03:52.46] And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
[03:56.20] It's kind of my daily iteration
[04:16.58]