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Kellin Quinn

Genres: Indie

Kimg For A Day Lyrics - Kellin Quinn

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge 

I bet you never had a Friday night like this 

Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands 

I take a look up at the sky and I see 

Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy 

Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide 

Everything red 

 

Please, won't you push me for the last time 

Let's scream until there's nothing left 

So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore 

The thought of you's no fucking fun 

You want a martyr, I'll be one 

Because enough's enough, we're done 

 

You told me think about it, well I did 

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want 

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor 

 

The thing I think I love 

Will surely bring me pain 

Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame 

Three cheers for throwing up 

Pubescent drama queen 

You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late 

 

Scream until there's nothing left 

So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore 

The thought of you's no fucking fun 

You want a martyr I'll be one 

Because enough's enough, we're done 

 

You told me think about it, well I did 

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want 

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor 

 

Imagine living like a king someday 

A single night without a ghost in the walls 

And if the bass shakes the earth underground 

We'll start a new revolution now 

(Now! Alright here we go) 

 

Hail Mary, forgive me 

Blood for blood, hearts beating 

Come at me, now this is war! 

 

Fuck with this new beat 

Oh! 

 

Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein 

I was just a product of the street youth rage 

Born in this world without a voice or say 

Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain 

I know you well but this ain't a game 

Blow the smoke in diamond shape 

Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace 

 

You told me think about it, well I did 

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore 

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want 

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor 

 

Imagine living like a king someday 

A single night without a ghost in the walls 

We are the shadows screaming take us now 

 

We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground 

Shit 

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