jueves, 21 de agosto de 2008

Debasong



Hey, hey.
You talk and you move like you’ve always moved and talked.
And it’s now that you started doubting yourself.
Drinks at the bar Saturday night and Sunday morning.

James comes to visit and he brags about fucking your ex,
But you just don’t listen,
Cause when you’re good you don’t tell.

Enough of the philistines,
Don’t talk about Buddha or the anti-Christ
Old fashioned is back
So all of you homophobic Nottingham fans whit no sense of style and no acid flashbacks go out and file for a new divorce.
Always looking for the next best thing
You forgot yourself in some jungean sofa,
And all of your girlfriends, present and past,
Won’t take away that whorish feeling that tucks you in bed.

Choose mazes for nights
And get puddles for mornings.
Drink as fast as you can
And eat everything but the light,

Get the peer pressure combo
And decisions will fade
The decisions you didn’t make
Were the steps to the plentyness you aborted.

James bled to death
Playing Molotov in her bathroom.
The Pixies and Pulp are not that hip anymore,
You’ve been letting your pot-belly and emptiness grow

Enough of the philistines,
Don’t talk about Buddha or the anti-Christ
Old fashioned is back
So all of you homophobic Nottingham fans whit no sense of style and no acid flashbacks go out and file for a new divorce.
Always looking for the next best thing
You forgot yourself in some jungean sofa,
And all of your girlfriends, present and past,
Won’t take away that whorish feeling that tucks you in bed.

All of your days wasted, the Machiavelli way
Twenty quid a day you are more of a royal wanker.
All kinds of hair that land in your pillow
Now everything is so vast, yet you landed at nothingness.
No Cocker or Francis to help you up.

Always looking for the next best thing
You forgot yourself in someone’s fucking couch,
And all of your boyfriends, present and future,
Won’t take away that whorish feeling that lives in your head.

All this time had to pass so I could meet my new best mate numbness. And now he tells me everything is gonna be ok.

No hay comentarios: