Blow Him Apart

I send money to Missionaries My rent situation's officially scary I smoke cigarettes By my grandma's grave I mix more medications Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements I talk shit When I'm afraid But I watched you Blow him apart Like a meteor They'll find pieces of that boy's heart When they get to Mars I took to the streets, I learned from busking My technique is worse than disgusting You can teach yourself anything I'm the living proof I got laughed at by future starts They get their masters from Julliard I learned to sing In a chicken coop And I watched you Burn him alive He just looked amazed They'll be washing That boy's pride Off the street for days