Paraguay

Album: Post Pop Depression (2016)
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  • Wild animals they do
    Never wonder why
    Just do what they goddamn do
    (Yeah)

    Wild animals they do
    Never wonder why
    Just do what they goddamn do

    I'm goin' where sore losers go
    To hide my face and spend my dough
    Though it's a dream, it's not a lie
    And I won't stop to say goodbye

    Paraguay
    Paraguay

    See I just couldn't take no more
    Of whippin' fools and keepin' score
    I just thought, "Well, fuck it man
    I'm gonna pack my soul and scram"

    Paraguay
    Paraguay

    Out of the way I'll get away
    Won't have to hear the things they say
    Tamales and a bank account
    Are all I need, so count me out

    Paraguay
    Paraguay

    I'll have no fear
    I'll know no fear
    So far from here
    I'll have no fear

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    Wild animals they do
    Never wonder why
    Just do what they goddamn do

    There's nothing awesome here
    Not a damn thing
    There's nothing new
    Just a bunch of people scared
    Everybody's fucking scared
    The fear eats all the souls at once
    I'm tired of it
    And I dream about getting away
    To a new life
    Where there's not so much fucking knowledge
    I don't want any of this information
    I don't want you
    No, not anymore, I've had enough of you
    Yeah, I'm talking to you
    I wanna go to Paraguay
    And live in a compound under the trees
    With servants and bodyguards who love me
    Free of criticism, free of manners and mores
    I wanna be your basic clod
    Who made good and went away while he could
    To somewhere where people are still human beings
    Where they have spirit
    You take your motherfucking laptop
    Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth
    And down your shit heel gizzard
    You fucking phony two-faced three timing piece of turd
    And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it
    And I hope the security services read those words
    And pick you up and flay you
    For all your evil and poisonous intentions
    'Cause I'm sick and it's your fault
    And I'm gonna go heal myself now

    Yeah Writer/s: James Osterberg, Josh Homme
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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