Oscar Style by Matthew Hunkins Lyrics

[Chorus]
Oscar Style!
Child!
Postal gone, Omicron
No booster, dead by dawn
Piling bodies on the lawn
Mowed in an octogon
In the meadow, best supporting fellow
Jared Leto
Fishbowl, Oscar Style
Buck wild, loud child!
Child!
Postal gone, Omicron
No booster, dead by dawn
Piling bodies on the lawn
Mowed in an octogon
In the meadow, best supporting fellow
Jared Leto
Fishbowl, Oscar Style
Buck wild, loud child
[Verse 1]
Oscar Style!
(Loud child!)
I got scissors, you a puppet on a string
I got reasons, put ‘em away, watch you hang
Clubber lang I’m hyped, alright, ready for a fight
Come ride in style, buck wild, getting loud child

[Chorus]
Postal gone, Omicron
No booster, dead by dawn
Piling bodies on thе lawn
Mowed in an octagon
In the meadow, bеst supporting fellow
Jared Leto
Fishbowl, Oscar Style
Buck wild, loud child

[Verse 2]
Oscar Style
(Loud child!)
Gaslighter, prize fighter, typing on a phone
Eddie Torres, triple balls, stop phoning home
Getting cloned, like plants in a row to burn
Last thing you should learn is that you never ever learn
(What? Loud child!)
[Verse 3]
Pump the fight, nail slaters to a cross
I’m the chef, handyman and the boss
Park the spaceship in the driveway, pick me up
Alien invaders brainwashing later on my plasma
Psychosomatic on my planet, walk the mile, asthma
Ghost town, camp counselor Crystal by the lake
Psycho killer, eat a cougar, barbeque a snake

[Verse 1]
I got scissors, you a puppet on a string
I got reasons, put ‘em away, watch you hang
Clubber lang I’m hyped, alright, ready for a fight
Come ride in style, buck wild, getting loud child

[Chorus]
Oscar Style!
Child!
Postal gone, Omicron
No booster, dead by dawn
Piling bodies on the lawn
Mowed in an octagon
In the meadow, best supporting fellow
Jared Leto
Fishbowl, Oscar Style
Buck wild, loud child
[Verse 2]
Oscar Style!
Loud child!
Gaslighter, prize fighter, typing on a phone
Eddie Torres, triple balls, stop phoning home
Getting cloned, like plants in a row to burn
Last thing you should learn is that you never ever learn
(What? Loud child)

[Verse 3]
Pump the fight, nail slaters to a cross
I’m the chef, handyman and the boss
Park the spaceship in the driveway, pick me up
Alien invaders brainwashing later on my plasma
Psychosomatic on my planet, walk the mile, asthma
Ghost town, camp counselor Crystal by the lake
Psycho killer, eat a cougar, barbeque a snake

[Verse 1]
I got scissors, you a puppet on a string
I got reasons, put ‘em away, watch you hang
Clubber lang I’m hyped, alright, ready for a fight
Come ride in style, buck wild, getting loud child