Reagan Bush ’84

[Verse 1]
Give me something to write about
These fireworks are flying over my house
And I'm too damn distracted
To think of a topic
Do people listen to their songs anymore?
It seems they just want a hot beat for the dance floor
Shit, I don't blame them
At least they can have a good time

[Chorus]
What's it like with your eyes rolled back?
With these lasers over our heads?
You say you're ok and you feel just fine
But your mind is implying you're dead
Is it just me or are things getting louder
Is there any volume at all
I used to blame you for the things you did
But I think I'm starting to fall

[Verse 2]
Eyes are rolling in the back of your skull
The world is nothing but a sea full of crossed bones
I need to stop letting lights get the best of me
Don't talk to people i'll let them come to me
I can't tell if that's a shitty philosophy
Don't wanna throw myself on other people

[Chorus]
What's it like with your eyes rolled back?
With these lasers over our heads?
You say you're ok and you feel just fine
But your mind is implying you're dead
Is it just me or are things getting louder
Is there any volume at all
I used to blame you for the things you did
But I think I'm starting to fall