If Not I'll Just Die

Don't know what the fuck they talk about
 Maybe blowing kisses, blowing names
 And really what difference does it make? Oh-oh-oh
 Grandpa's coughing in the kitchen, but the strings sound good
 Maybe add some flutes
 And how do you get the cups out from up in there?
 Well, you use a ladder, just use the latter
 Seagulls, just avoid talk about seagulls
 They're running over some poor bald guy's head
 And harps and electric guitars' dysfunction, oh-oh-oh
 The young, somehow they will repair
 Damn, dude's always crying, working under plain sight
 And everything is blended and spilling over
 Like it was the last thing on your mind
 Oh, and who's gonna miss you?
 Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again
 Sustain me with your voice, clean the coffee maker
 And I adore you, and I represent you crying
 'Cause we were born to, we were born to rule
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 Oh, and who's gonna miss you?
 Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again
 Sustain me with your voice, clean the coffee maker
 And I adore you, and I represent you crying
 'Cause we were born to, we were born to rule