HUGH HAMMOND

Lyrics

Deep fry everything
Sugarcoat these chicken wings
Won’t you throw some glitter
On this cartoon wasteland?

Extras are running low
Superstars look out below
‘Cause the apple picker’s dreaming of
A ladder to the stars

Name your expiration date
Name your expiration date

I was raised on gasoline
I like this speed
But I’m wondering
If we took it slow
Would we feel more?

‘Cause though I’d like to justify
Breaking down the man tonight
I’m afraid the blame we share
Might be ignored

See I remember
Losing track of time
With you
And now there’s never time
For two
There’s always someone on the line

And I’m screaming
In your headphoned ears
Like a madman
Who can’t leave well enough alone

Deep fry everything
Auto-tune me ‘til I’m singing
Someone else’s dream
Of platinum and gold

Shrink-wrap my love for you
Repackage it for someone new
Who cares what it means?
Just get it sold

And name your expiration date
Name your expiration date

I was raised on gasoline
I like this speed
But I’m wondering
If we took it slow
Would we feel more?