Noodles Songtext
von Suburban Kids With Biblical Names
Noodles Songtext
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
Hey this bar, this room is full of danger
Empty hearts and totally dark strangers
Humping to a beach you never heard
And I′m in the corner like a nerd
Wishing for a highschool hop
Or at least a steady diet
So stop my empty cause and my mind from a riot
I'm out of here as soon as my will disa-
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
I heard that I got wasted on your party
Sleeping while your marry gang was doing karaoke
In a sofa or a chair it doesn′t matter
What matter is, I don't have to talk about the weather
With some DJ-dude, with his shiny boots of leather
With his new found of romance and with that he means sex
And there's a Falcon Crest sight to everything
Don′t trust anyone or anything
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
For every moment there′s a downer (Noodles are the smell of denial)
For every second there's an itch (And you will never grow up)
I just found out at the diner (Noodles are the smell of denial)
That it′s better to be alive than rich (And you will never grow up)
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
Hey this bar, this room is full of danger
Empty hearts and totally dark strangers
Humping to a beach you never heard
And I′m in the corner like a nerd
Wishing for a highschool hop
Or at least a steady diet
So stop my empty cause and my mind from a riot
I'm out of here as soon as my will disa-
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
I heard that I got wasted on your party
Sleeping while your marry gang was doing karaoke
In a sofa or a chair it doesn′t matter
What matter is, I don't have to talk about the weather
With some DJ-dude, with his shiny boots of leather
With his new found of romance and with that he means sex
And there's a Falcon Crest sight to everything
Don′t trust anyone or anything
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
For every moment there′s a downer (Noodles are the smell of denial)
For every second there's an itch (And you will never grow up)
I just found out at the diner (Noodles are the smell of denial)
That it′s better to be alive than rich (And you will never grow up)
Noodles are the smell of denial
And you will never grow up
Noodles are the smell of denial
Noodles are the smell of denial
Writer(s): Johan Ivar Henrik Hedberg, Peter Gunnarsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com