OK Boy

Ok boy it’s time to go to bed
A serenade of weapons on my side
Lots of heads roll in a king size bed
Underneath my vintage love is where they hide

Ok boy time to shake you outta my hair
I got a bitchload of weapons underneath
A serenade of shots around the belt
A belt with a bunch of old ideas

Broke all my bones on your norman door
Once again woke up on the floor
Like a virgin on a hot and beautiful day
I’m coming I’m coming strong your way

In the deep of a really shady lake
On a down on a really shitty holiday
I feel like a feel like i feel i feel like i feel like
I feel like i’m ready to go