Tropical Fuck Storm - Suburbiopia Lyrics

Take my hand and see

Are ya sittin on ya luggage in an airport hotel bar?
Are ya tryin put some distance
Between your thick skull and your arse?
Are ya locked in ya momma's basement for a Fortnite marathon?
Are ya choking on a chem trail?
Are ya battin' off to Teal Swan?

Take my
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you try it
Hand and see

Monday mornings methadone and you're pissing in a cup
And Monday night your sponsor writes you "Baby are you up?"
Your suburbiopia was lost cos you were catfish bait
And now you're playin' online blackjack in a Highway Super 8

Have you heard about the Raliens?
Have you heard bout Heaven's Gate?
Have you ever walked the shining path or sipped on the Kool Aid?
They're all psychopathic killers I can hear you say with spite
They're dead and gone, they're probably wrong but maybe they were right

Take my
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it
Hand be free
Nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it

Take my
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it
Hand be free

Take, take, take, take

Take my
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it
Hand be free
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it
Take my
Nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it
Hand believe
Don't knock nothin' until you try it
Nothin' until you tried it