Lyrics: Bret Kaser
Music: Bret Kaser/Connor Kleitz/Danny Eberle
Said it all once, why say it again?
You stay with the ticket
Hold it with the hole in your pocket, and the pocket falls through
Everything you want coming back for you
Stole it all once, I'm still selling it
Smiling in the photo
Always knowing eyes love the barrel and the barrel loves me
Life's in the loom, unravel for me
You
Are the hell
That I made
For myself
I said you
You
Are the hell
Are the hell
That I made
That I made
For myself
For myself
In that junk space, oh, I'm the junk god
I tie that loose end up with a rubber glove
And in a junk space, oh, I'm the junk god
I tie a loose end up with a rubber glove
If want me too, then I'm so in love
I'm a zip tie, I'm a turtle dove
If you want me to, I would call them up
Just to see them all for myself
Eyes love the barrel and the barrel loves me
Cut 'em all down, tell 'em it's for free
Foot loves the pedal pushing down to feel speed
Cut 'em all down, tell 'em it's for free
Cut 'em all down, saying, "What is it for me?"
Cut 'em all down, tell 'em it's for free
Cut 'em all down, saying, "What is it for me?"
'Cause you
You
Are the hell
Are the hell
That I made
That I made
For myself
For myself
I said you
You
Are the hell
Are the hell
That I made
That I made
For myself
For myself
In that junk space, I'm a junk god
I tie that loose end up with a rubber glove
And in a junk space, I'm the junk god
I tie a loose end up with a rubber glove
If want me too, I'm so in love
Zip tie, turtle dove
Want me to, call them up
Just to see them all for myself