• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Drowse - Queen
• Deerskin - Earl Sweatshirt
• Through The Screen - Army Of Freshmen

It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I
remember
It's the bleak street, week-kneed partings i recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings, to waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason for living or dying
When you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
Half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a downtown boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
It's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while
Jacking off to buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off
Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the Attic Arms with an addict's arm
Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and fuckin' cast the shit
I'm askin' that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, you dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin' uppercut
It's OF buttercup, go ahead, fuck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch
As well as supper; then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard, fuckin' nosey neighbors notice somethings up
"What you doin'?" Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff
Got to fucking bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk
Cotton soft pussy them Odd niggas is Molotov
Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog
Wolf Gang we ain't barkin', nah
Try talkin' on a blog with your fuckin' arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off

The courtship stars out, where romance plays out
Over at my house, I'm on the couch
You're on the TV, not here with me
That's a problem, we can figure out
Sabotage fame, we need a scandal bad
So you can exit red carpet, enter drug rehab
When your looks go down the drain
And your career is through
Then I'll be there for you and you'll be there too.
Hollywood lights in my backyard
Your movie's great, my life is hard
Why can't you see through the screen
You came from nowhere and I still live there
They say life's not fair but I don't care
If there's a problem with my master plan
Fate can take it up with somebody who gives a damn
'Cause I got a lot to offer you minus the rent
It's another clear reason why you're heaven sent
And I know I'm not the one that you've been waiting for
But I want you more than anyone before
Hollywood lights in my backyard
Your movie's great, my life is hard
Why can't you see through the screen
Baby blue jean submarine
Your big shot just broke my dreams
Why can't you see through the screen
Suffer through the tabloids seeing you and Mr. Right
Living out your picture perfect life
Gold up in the hills while this loneliness just kills
Staring up into your name that's on the sign
Hollywood lights in my backyard
Your movie's great, my life is hard, is hard
Baby blue jean submarine
Your big shot just broke my dreams, my dreams
I could write a screenplay of a single perfect night
Soundtrack of Sinatra by moonlight
Masterpiece of prose with just one single red rose