Clown Blood/Orpheus’ Bobbing Head Los Campesinos!
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[Verse 1]
'Entry of the Gladiators' tinnitus plays in my skull
Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole
It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia
Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger
[Chorus]
God only knows why she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
[Bridge]
Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E
Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues
My bildungsroman reads
You cannot call whitewash a rivalry
Drown him in a deep dish pizza
Kiss the last breath from his cheeks (mwah)
Gets the clown blood pumping
Way more bitter than the taste is
She fucks to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted
[Verse 2]
Can we all calm the fuck down?
Parasocial puppet master
Every suckеr in between
Sacrificial muppet pastor
To a thousand needy teens
My voice movеd Hades so he extinguished the fire
I'm who they mean when they proclaim the boy's a lyre
'Entry of the Gladiators' tinnitus plays in my skull
Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole
It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia
Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger
[Chorus]
God only knows why she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
[Bridge]
Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E
Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues
My bildungsroman reads
You cannot call whitewash a rivalry
Drown him in a deep dish pizza
Kiss the last breath from his cheeks (mwah)
Gets the clown blood pumping
Way more bitter than the taste is
She fucks to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted
[Verse 2]
Can we all calm the fuck down?
Parasocial puppet master
Every suckеr in between
Sacrificial muppet pastor
To a thousand needy teens
My voice movеd Hades so he extinguished the fire
I'm who they mean when they proclaim the boy's a lyre
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