​twenty one pilots
House of Gold/Lane Boy
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"
I will make you queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease
Let's say we up and left this town
And turned our future upside down
We'll make pretend that you and me
Livеd ever after happily
Shе asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"
I will make you queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease, all right
And since we know that dreams are dead
And life turns plans up on their head
I will plan to be a bum
So I just might become someone
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"
I will make you queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll—I'll—I'll put you on the map
I'll—I'll I'll—I'll—I'll put you on the map
I'm sorry if that question I asked last
Scared you a bit like a Hazmat, in a gas mask if you ask Zack
He's my brother, he likes when I rap fast
But let's backtrack, back to this
Who would you live and die for on that list?
But the problem is, there's another list
That exists and no one really wants to think about this
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality
If you get in between someone I love an' me
You're gonna feel the heat of my cavalry
All these songs I'm hearin' are so heartless
Don't trust a perfect person an' don't trust a song that's flawless
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
We go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
Will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
We go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
Will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
We go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
Will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
We go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
Will they be alive tomorrow?
I'll put you on the map
I'll put you on the map