Glasshead Songtext
von Hazelord

Jordan′s been calm and miserable
Engraving "Dear God, please" on the iron door
With now a chance of jinx and a ban on presence
Shall the heroes drink to us severed heads
And no one here won't even bother to talk about it

Worry not, it′s a wondrous place
We got a thousand more witches on the stake
I know y'all tourists are here for smile, heart, grace
They're at the bottom, gone with the motionless
But no one hasn′t even bothered to talk about it

(So you think you′re a good person right?)
(Well, yeah...)
Eyes on the scream of impossible folks out for attention
Sharpest teeth yet safe
(Passions, got any? Yes babe, belittling)
Pink battlefield, soon purple
If your heart's in Pity Town
It′s not too far


Road since burnt, sighing shall be truth
The motto's "only stab hard the unapproved"
A "pick me" paradise seemed so far from cool
The pearly gates did cool, sugar play it coon
And of course, no one even bothered to talk about it

Now hear me slob
If green is to lack, the good guys′ laugh's to like
Sly bird child, rise up
(I think the neighbor′s went in the wrong bleachers)
I scare, I'm scared, no bruises
If your heart's in Pity Town
It′s not too far
No it ain′t too far

Not too far

Way too far


No cape is indecent
Some toddlers accursed
The way you mention them
And everything under, wonder
Intelligentsia
Succulent Nebraska
The monster's a grandpa
And everything under, wonder
Please taller sentences
Bold letters are more slim
And your glasses sullied
And everything under, wonder
He′s an anti-racist
A feminist rapist
Our king hypocrisy
And everything under, wonder
No cape is indecent
Some toddlers accursed
The way you mention em
And everything under, wonder
Intelligentsia
Succulent Nebraska
The monster's a grandpa
And everything under, wonder
Please taller sentences
Bold letters are more slim
And your glasses sullied
And everything under, wonder
He′s an anti-racist
A feminist rapist
Our king hypocrisy
And everything under, wonder

Now spotted are
Our thirty-something worldwide renowned mentors
What will they say now?
(Follow the man as preachy he really is)
Two Edens built, are now Hells
If your heart's in Pity Town
It′s not too far
No it ain't too far

Jordan's been calm and miserable
Engraving "Dear God, please" on the iron door
With now a chance of jinx and a ban on presence
Shall the heroes drink to us severed heads
And no one here won′t even bother to talk about it