Them Crooked Vultures
Them Crooked Vultures - Warsaw Or The First Breath You Take After You Give Up songtekst
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Can't afford to lose my head Can't afford to lose my cool You'll blow them all in kingdom come Can't afford to lose my tease I just aim to please Feel like a no-tell motel painting out of place or ignored It's all medals and trophy's, trophy's and medal And all before the race has been run Oh Take off your mask now baby, too much to ask? Autobiographical anonymous A cotillion of friction on my jurisdiction It's a lovely disguise with the wandering eyes I get high, now you've got something to look up to Trouble's a mangy stray dog, Play with it once, then it follows you home It's all "have nots, have nones Hey, can I have some's?" Until I've had enough, yet I've had none Oh Take off your mask, lose it into the trash Go on And give it a try Or kiss Your ass goodbye. Suddenly it gets easy, the sun goes down. The long arm of important things disappears in her gown You finally drop ehe knife, forget you ever It's such a good night, ain't forever It feels so good to give up, give in her arms I know it hurts It hurts to be young Metamorphosis is pain, I know I said it hurts to be young Gotta learn every goddamn thing You gotta hack your way through And realize it's almost entirely lies But then you'll begin to smile Smile for me, real Wide Then you accept what you are The transforming is done You've become, absorbed into and you know I think I know what to do