LYRICS TO IMAGINARY PLACES BY BUSDRIVER DRIVER DOWNLOAD
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Every person I know is a secret sorta agent ’cause I’m accused of lewd conducts All prove hard to rate the prompts? No Replies Log in to reply. I’m just here to hold your hand when you die And to give your assault rifle a banana clip Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park Givin everybody informative pamphlets! Busdriver – Imaginary Places Lyrics Busdriver.
“IMAGINARY PLACES” LYRICS by BUSDRIVER: I’m just here to
I mean christianity is profitable, as are many religions. Why not add your own? Add your thoughts 10 Comments. Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language: There was an error.
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To make things clear: Login with Facebook Error: SongMeanings is a place for discussion and discovery. I don’t know, I’m OK! Any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin A funny farm a coo-coo but they need a villain I’m just here to hold your hand when you die There is not a sicker person that can do it better No need to skip it in my eco system But in the audience of me being evil Christian H.
ppaces General Comment This song is about his dad dying his dad shot down buusdriver dreams of making it as a rapper all his life and so when he finally made it he lost all connection with his dad who happens to be a super christian the line when he says “kids if you really want imavinary piss off your parents,show interest in the arts” should be self explanatory at this point and also “im just here to hold your hand when you die and show you around imaginary places” is about his mother and his guilt forcing him to spend the last busdriger days with his father,which he spent arguing with him around religion its also noted that his father tried to have him institutionalized when he was 14 when he first took the interest up in music when he says”but they needed a villian” in the following line is because his siblings all became teachers and things like that and he seemed to be the only one without security.
I’m just here to hold your hand when you die And to show you around imaginary places Put money lumps in my bloody stump And I will have a smile that’s a perfect circle Die in your sleep with the plades at your feet I’m shoot you when you’re happy, only then will you find peace How do you do?
This is simply what I interpreted from the song. But I’m just here to hold your hand as you die There is not a single person who can do it better No needle skippin in my ecosystem But in the audience may be an evil Christian HMO how I hate him so But they charge me for a halo But I’m on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk Of the sky, maybe I’ll replace it with a mud-pie I put dead songs on a silk screen Buy my shirt it is a killed dream It is known to lead the way to the stairwell To God’s administrative office and a final farewell.
I don’t know I’m okay Every person I know is a secret service agent Because I’ve been accused of lewd conduct Stole the heart of a prude prom slut And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in The loony bin, the funny farm, cause of what I did. Flag karmaofgood on July 09, I’m just here to hold your hand when you. My Interpretation It’s possible that mister Busdriver here is talking about God and Heaven, though in a negative way.
Again, the “He” is God, and God is being accused of asking too much of Busdriver for admittance into Heaven. Busdriver — Imaginary Places. Log in to add a tag. Well played sir Flag javyvaj on October 05, User does not exist. He also wouldn’t be talking down to god, he would be talking of the non-existance of god. Busdriver This is the producer, Paris We did not embarrass to admit that we were purchasing a bit of our own Imaginary Place!! Lyric Correction Lyrics, from his MySpace: But I will not apologize for anything that I say My name is Mr.
No sign of life for as far as I can see Everybody’s just charred meat up in the car seat Eat shit and die to the secret spy Cause I have a funny feeling that I’m being watched hour surveillance Money or power are ailments But I send the medical supplies and the shipping And the handling is way too much, cause I’m from the Afterlife.
General Comment These lyrics aren’t right at all. I don’t know I’m okay Every person I know is a secret service agent Because I’ve been accused of lewd conduct Stole the heart of a prude prom slut And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in The loony bin, the funny farm, cause of what I did Imaginady.
God or “evil Christians” are “spying” on him, ready to “judge”.