The Rattler

Album cover art for "The Rattler" by Dance Gavin Dance

Dance Gavin Dance - Rock, USA

The Rattler

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[Intro: Jon Mess] Eye-yai-yai-ya-yai I'm stuffed Eye-yai-yai-ya-yai Nice pup Eye-yai, Eye-yai Eye-yai, Eye-yai Eye-yai-yai-yai I'll never replay, yuh [Verse 1: Jon Mess] Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight Pour out the squeals, hear the seal 'bout to break Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight Pour out the squeals, hear the seal 'bout to break Retired is a word that I hate I go quiet 'cause I know how to dank Skunk players are the tools of the tank Young friar is my new chicken drink [Pre-Chorus: Jon Mess] Why you try and go and touch people? Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles Why you try and go and touch people? Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles [Chorus: Tilian] Where do you wanna be? Have you settled for the comfort of security? [Refrain: Tilian] Half-baked, what a waste Out of shape but not overweight If you show restraint, you can separate [Verse 2: Jon Mess] Asses, asses, asses in battle Die, die, die, die, die, ya bad apples Asses, asses, asses in battle Use your face like a dumbass rattle My accent, my glibness, a bee dipped in brass I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think 'bout the math There's no complaining in the mansion, you can't do just what I do I chuck my brain through the black, climb up the tree Shoot out the cannon, fuck her 'cause she reads Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified Hi, hi, hi, hi [Bridge: Tilian, Andrew Wells] Wanted you to know Came close to being another echo Don't have a soul, but I'm on a roll Comfort in the words of a swindler Everybody needs approval One love in the halls of a savior Act like you're above them All the lives you're running Will you ever feel it again? Like you're part of something Worth fighting for (Worth fighting for) Worth dying for (Dying for) [Outro: Jon Mess] Flunked out and flung from the front of your face, wait I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes I'm so splintered that my mind waved back I had cash, but sold it for some soul, I'm da wraith

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Credits

Writers
  • Will Swan
  • Matt Mingus
  • Tim Feerick
  • Jon Mess
  • Tilian