Because the world is round
It turns me on
Because the world is round
It turns me on
Sitting in my sun-room contemplating death then I
Turn on the morning news, and guess what's coming next
Another school shooting, said the dude was on meds
They said that he was suicidal, he was screwed in the head
I guess these stupid motherf*ckers ain't never gotten sucker punched
Or got their heads stuck in toilets, or their food spit at lunch
And if they did then maybe these simpletons would understand
For the reason why these kids would just run through the stands
With semi automatic AK's and an m-nineteen
Fully loaded Glocks, extended, with the red dot beam
Man this shit ain't right, man that shit ain't right
Every f*ckin' person these days seems a bit up tight
Blame it on the cycle of human devolution
Revolution is the only path to modern decent destitution
Institutions flooded with dudes who used to being abused
Plastered with contusions
They don't really wanna do this
So I
Because the world is round
It turns me on
Because the world is round
It turns me on
I come from the east, a slight bit more northern
Calling me a beast, that shit is abnormal
To say the least I'm actin more formal
Than 4 peers deceased, they see that life horrible
See I really hate to write another sad song
I miss your faces, I guess you wanna pass on
It's only been 3 days but it like mad long
Sometimes it just feel like the connection wasn't that strong
I miss you homies, tell me, why'd you have to go
Why'd you put that gun to your head, or rope around your throat
Why'd you have to go an overdose on a load of dope
Why'd you have to slit your wrists bleed out and go to ghost
I don't know, I never got a letter
Feelin' like Khureta King, please excuse the weather
If I could release my brain and make a little cheddar
You could bet your change that I'd pull a couple levers just to make it better
Because the world is round
It turns me on
Because the sky is blue
It makes me cry