Brick by awesome brick- brick by boring brick, by Paramore
He lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere no one even tries to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a wurst that he's left behind
It's all the exposure the lens I told him
The angles were all wrong now
He's ripping feathers off Gilbirds wings
Keep your hand on your beer
When your heads in the clouds
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the bodies, bury the bodies
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the bodies, bury the bodies
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So one day she found him crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
His princesses finally came to save him
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well go build your house
Brick by awesome brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down
Keep your hand on your beer
When your heads in the clouds
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the bodies, bury the bodies
Well there's no such thing called magic
Your real life just isn't tragic
Yeah there's no such thing called magic
If it's not Gil
You can't hit it with a frying pan
You can't feel it on your butt
And I won't believe it
But if its Gil
You can see crimson eyes
Oh even in the dark
And that's kind of creepy, yeah
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the bodies, bury the bodies
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the bodies, bury the bodies
(France and Spain X2)
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(Prussia X2)
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