Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trotsky's Fence, artist - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Date of issue: 07.09.2011
Song language: English
Trotsky's Fence |
| My small town, Napoleon |
| Would tell me I am not up with love |
| Well just because I share your dark hair |
| Does not make us friends |
| She threw an accordion |
| From the highest floor |
| And when it hit the ground |
| That’s when I found the door |
| Can’t fix it |
| Fevered pitches |
| The artist |
| Who paints no more |
| It’s not that I don’t admire her |
| I flashed her a gin grin |
| It is merely that she tires me |
| And scares me half to death |
| She stood behind Trotsky’s fence |
| Divulging the secrets of electroshock treatment |
| Like a feather weight on a freight train |
| Searching endlessly away |
| She will not speak |
| Will not believe |
| She will not even face |
| My animal friends |
| My animal friends |
| My animal friends |
| My animal friends |
| My animal friends |
| Melting icecaps all around |
| The tables set here comes the clown |
| She’s holding hands with Death |
| I guess I am to blame for this big mess |
| The history book is open to rules |
| That separates you from me |