An Albatross Get Faster Cry For Happy Lyrics

Getting faster-er.
It’s a f*ckin’ crime,
(it’s trite and nice, motherf*ckers)
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, I got nothin’ to say!

But I’ll scream bloody murder,
Just like I were five
Present it so safely,
And pray it survives. Promote it and sell it
With a whole lotta sass,
Hooray, Hooray!
For the upper-middle class.

(Repeat first verse)

Yawn, it’s the old One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight.

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