Lullabye/Chuck

Lyrics
["Lullabye"] Sleep, little one, sleep Take comfort in the night's embrace 'Cause the morning sun will open your eyes And you'll see that you live in a fucked up place Yeah, sleep, little one, sleep Take comfort in any kind of embrace The morning sun will open your eyes And you live in a fucked up place Oh baby, I was like you once I slept in a crib with yellow sheets Now the sand in my eyes And the dirt on my feet And the sand in my mouth And everyone just dreams of themselves, anyway, don't they? No, you never asked no one for life But here you are in somebody else's world And they'll say that the change can come from you But it should've come long ago And how could things change when all of our dreams are unfurled? Oh So sleep, little one, sleep Take comfort in the night's embrace The morning sun will open your eyes And you'll see that you live in a fucked up place Yeah, sleep, little one, sleep Take comfort in any kind of embrace 'The morning sun's gonna open your eyes And you live in a fucked up place The stars in your eyes are just shattered glass And the dolls on the shelf will became the men in the gutter And everyone just dreams of somebody else anyway, don't they? Baby, I'll never sleep that way again until I die ["Chuck"] Whoaaa! What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink? Chuck, ain't that just your luck, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink? Was it acid or was it speed? Whatever it was, do all you need What'd they put What'd they put in your drink? One, two, you better sniff some glue Three, four, and then sniff some more Five, six, get your daily fix Seven, eight, masturbate Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep again Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep again Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep, never sleep again What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink? Chuck, ain't that just your luck, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? Wake up, Chuck What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? Lovely privilege Yeah, Chuck, you'd better wake up right now, motherfucker C'mere, Chuck [?], baby, wake up for Anna Wake up before we cut you up, blood and guts everywhere Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Awsw, Chuck! Get along, little babies! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Soo-eeey! It's Rawhide! 1-2-3-4! What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink? Chuck, ain't that just your luck, Chuck? What'd they put in your drink, Chuck? Fuckin' junkie
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Credits
- Writers
- Blatz (Punk)
- Annie Lalania
- Anna Joy Springer