A homeless man said we'd get married someday
Then he asked me for some money and went on his way
Then two minutes later, another man walked up
And asked us for some cash cause he was down on his luck
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Rodents on the wall and my head's by the window
I can't sleep at all, I need a better pillow
Got blisters on my throat from all the shrieking
I can't go out since the floor started creaking
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Scratched underneath reads "Come Burn With Us"
Throw away your bills cause "In God We Trust"
Up in smoke and away from worldly pains
Clouds roll in and you'll taste me in the rain
It seems like life's a revolving door
Of shitty news and new fantasy lore
I've rebar and morals to bend
And I have a message and I'm scared to hit send
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
He died in a plane over the sea
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A homeless man said we'd get married someday
Then he asked me for some money and went on his way
Then two minutes later, another man walked up
And asked us for some cash cause he was down on his luck
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Rodents on the wall and my head's by the window
I can't sleep at all, I need a better pillow
Got blisters on my throat from all the shrieking
I can't go out since the floor started creaking
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Scratched underneath reads "Come Burn With Us"
Throw away your bills cause "In God We Trust"
Up in smoke and away from worldly pains
Clouds roll in and you'll taste me in the rain
It seems like life's a revolving door
Of shitty news and new fantasy lore
I've rebar and morals to bend
And I have a message and I'm scared to hit send
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
He died in a plane over the sea
Then he asked me for some money and went on his way
Then two minutes later, another man walked up
And asked us for some cash cause he was down on his luck
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Rodents on the wall and my head's by the window
I can't sleep at all, I need a better pillow
Got blisters on my throat from all the shrieking
I can't go out since the floor started creaking
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
My mom split the house when I was three
Scratched underneath reads "Come Burn With Us"
Throw away your bills cause "In God We Trust"
Up in smoke and away from worldly pains
Clouds roll in and you'll taste me in the rain
It seems like life's a revolving door
Of shitty news and new fantasy lore
I've rebar and morals to bend
And I have a message and I'm scared to hit send
Shit heads get shit on, the past gets buried
The delinquents of the 60's get burned and set free
My grandpa used to look just like Buddy Holly
He died in a plane over the sea
Writer: Jack Foldyna
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid