[Verse 1] Jesus is arriving in a Honda Civic And he's gonna take me back to nature I should walk up the hill to the observatory But we talk about the Dodgers and what's different in Australia The man with the loudest voice Stands in the middle of a crowded intersection He points and he yells and we all feel self-conscious Reflective reminders of our imperfection
[Chorus] I was born thirty years to the day After a deranged serial killer I don't think I'm all that like him In rеal life, I'm just kind of a chiller
[Verse 2] Judas stands beforе me in fashionable faded jeans And a fresh-off-the-rack black t-shirt I reflect his body language and I try to hide my stomach My purple painted fingernails somehow kicked up in dirt I once had the loudest voice Stood smack-bang in the middle of the conversation 'Til I kicked and I screamed and I got a bit mean And got ignored by an indifferent nation
[Chorus] I was born a hundred years too late To be some kind of train-hopping troubadour, travelling folk singer So I'll just complain in my open-plan kitchen While away the hours, pretending not to be bitter
[Verse 3] Lions don't concern themselves with the opinion of sheep I don't know which animal in that metaphor is me These kind of end-of-evening epiphanies Happen much less when you live alone I ate two magic mushrooms Just wound up checking my phone Yeah, I ate two magic mushrooms And just sat here on my phone Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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