Mr. Bishi

Help me, help me, Johnny B, you're the only cat with Mr Bishi, can you give a solid guarantee?
Lost your thought in the docile tombs, as the modern teenage bank love grows, and the only thing moving here is me
And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?

I'll feel the same in my usual way
I'll know my place in my usual way

And she's got happies
Sometimes she bleeds
She'll take one off her
But you held by
But you held by

I'll feel the same in my usual way
I'll know my place in my usual way

And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?
And don't you think you're out of control?

Cause I don't want to live where everything is soaked in living
I don't want to live because everything is soaked in living
I don't want to live because everything is soaked in living