Yep
I’m waitin for the moment the downers’ll down me up
I’m waiting on a method that doesn’t fill up a cup
And I already cut my thumbs off
Twiddly dee twiddly dumb
Dum dum dum dum
Yep
I’m ready for the uppers to upend my upper hand
I’m ready for em like I’m gonna put em in band
I’ll make em all sing, make a harmony
Twiddly dee twiddly dum dum
Dum dum
I got no cash
Waiting for a car crash
And I’m worthless
In the basement
You crush my head
When I’m dead
Die by suicide
Oh
Only we know
Yep
I’m waiting for the metaphor to hit you like a brick
I’m waiting for your mother to say that I’m ****ing sick
Cause I already cut my thumbs off
Twiddly dee twiddly dumb
Dum dum dum dum
Yep
We’re ready for the end like we’re ready for a pill
We’re ready for it like we’re living in a landfill
I better just sing, sing enough to kill
Twiddly dee twiddly dum dum