Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitchy Muses, artist - Erotic Market. Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitchy Muses |
| Bitchy Muses |
| M.Pellegrini |
| Poetry |
| limping like a zombie |
| flirting with your OD |
| crawling like a shadow |
| tomorrow i’ll borrow your sorrow |
| Palm tree |
| bowing before your OBE |
| bleeding with no duty |
| sinking like monroe, |
| with no glow, |
| like a dance with jacko |
| Longing for the bitches, |
| waiting for the muses |
| let my brain chooses |
| which weapon, which word, which bruise is |
| able to fill those whitish pages with |
| paganism, rythme, altruism, |
| hedonism, here’s mum |
| what you doing mum? |
| in my lyrics hum? |
| Skip it! |
| paroxysm, terrorism, |
| wisdom, scepticism, |
| Gee hun! |
| like a tunisian |
| on the verge of a new civilization |
| dizzy, busy, frizzy, out of religion |
| it’s time for amoral intuitions, |
| abyssmal allegations, |
| atonal allusions |
| demonstration |
| Straight ON! |
| who cares if it’s meaningless, successless |
| with clumsiness |
| but nevertheless like a sorceress |
| who confess to profess, don’t you guess |
| lawlessness |
| this ain’t no personal quest |
| my creativity can’t take no rest |
| my label got a request |
| «october, gimme hit, i’ll give you the rest» |
| POetry, |
| sleeping like a beauty, |
| waiting for your OD |
| vectorizing shadows |
| tomorrow, i’ll plagiarize your sorrow |
| Palm tree, |
| sweeping up your OBE |
| staring like a paparazzi |
| at suicidal monroe, |
| you’re KO, like a self medicated jacko |
| Rack rack rack |
| rack your brain |
| birdie put on your flame again |
| to be in the frame for fame |
| d’you play the game |
| d’you need to be strained? |
| OK |
| press, press, press |
| press your veins |
| birdie scream out your name again |
| don’t refrain but don’t complain |
| what? |
| you need to feel pain? |
| this is lame, lame, lame |
| No, no, no |
| don’t be ashamed, shamed, shamed |
| to repeat 3 times the same same same |
| i' know it’s time |
| you trynna gain, gain, gain |
| but what? |
| who’s to blame? |
| yeah me… |
| Take the pen, |
| if you can, |
| be a man, |
| tell us when |
| your oven |
| was broken |
| and that hen |
| was for ten |
| and it was 8pm |
| and then what happen |
| oh no, see |
| we don’t give a damn |
| daaaammmmmn! |
| this is mental |
| the more i seek the more i fall |
| into this deep black hole |
| of ornamental, detrimental |
| lament of mrs know-it-all |
| STOP! |
| go to the mall, |
| have a ball, |
| leave poems to the trolls |
| drink it all |
| with your grrrrl |
| fuck that bitchy muses |
| once for all! |