Song parody of
We're All Gonna Die (Summer Remix)
by Alex Kautz
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Hit me like a hammerhead
We′re all gonna sleep we're dead
Anyways I wanna live right now
I wanna screw around
Need those sugar coated lips
Like an impending apocalypse
The thrill and beating hearts
Is my work of art
I′ve been singing for my supper
Running out of uppers
And i'm too drunk for electrolytes
We're all gonna die
Backseat of my Honda
Lit up like a sauna
Only happy when my friends are high
We′re all gonna die
I′m on to the next place, the first train
I'm finding some cheap dates and new things
Like a getaway
The truth hurts like no shirts and sunburns
I′m running from the suburbs you suckers
I won't ricochet
I will breakaway
Hit me like a hammerhead
We′re all gonna sleep we're dead
Anyways I wanna live right now
I wanna screw around
Need those sugar coated lips
Like an impending apocalypse
The thrill and beating hearts
Is my work of art
I′ve been singing for my supper
Running out of uppers
And i'm too drunk for electrolytes
We're all gonna die
Backseat of my Honda
Lit up like a sauna
Only happy when my friends are high
We′re all gonna die
Hit me like a hammerhead
We′re all gonna sleep we're dead
Anyways I wanna live right now
I wanna screw around
Need those sugar coated lips
Like an impending apocalypse
The thrill and beating hearts
Is my work of art
I′ve been singing for my supper
Running out of uppers
And i'm too drunk for electrolytes
We're all gonna die
Backseat of my Honda
Lit up like a sauna
Only happy when my friends are high
We′re all gonna die
I′m on to the next place, the first train
I'm finding some cheap dates and new things
Like a getaway
The truth hurts like no shirts and sunburns
I′m running from the suburbs you suckers
I won't ricochet
I will breakaway
Hit me like a hammerhead
We′re all gonna sleep we're dead
Anyways I wanna live right now
I wanna screw around
Need those sugar coated lips
Like an impending apocalypse
The thrill and beating hearts
Is my work of art
I′ve been singing for my supper
Running out of uppers
And i'm too drunk for electrolytes
We're all gonna die
Backseat of my Honda
Lit up like a sauna
Only happy when my friends are high
We′re all gonna die
