Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Maneuvers, artist - Lady Lamb. Album song Even in the Tremor, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Record label: Ba Da Bing!
Song language: English
Strange Maneuvers |
A man holds a Bible above his head |
His blood rushes down with a shit-eating grin |
He’s only hoping to be noticed |
The teenagers buy berries on the corner |
The juices drop down their middle fingers |
They’re just lookin' to be looked over |
Well, I’m passin' by the cathedral doors |
It’s gorgeous inside whether or not you’re reborn |
Wadin' in the wings, wild thoughts are everything |
The mind is thinking of itself, how stunning? |
The ripeness is rotting, the roughness is softening |
Time is making strange maneuvers |
A spectacle so theatrical |
Person is fucking hisself over and over |
How incessant, how unnerving |
The shimmer of the heavens we are cursing |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
After wading all day in my kiddie pool brain |
My last stitch is a ticket to a matinee |
But my attention span is too broke to play |
I can’t stop replaying my mistakes over and over |
And over, and over, and over |
Wadin' in the wings, wild thoughts are everything |
The mind is thinking of itself, how stunning? |
The ripeness is rotting, the roughness is softening |
Time is making strange maneuvers |
How incessant, how unnerving |
The shimmer of the heavens we are cursing |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
I don’t wanna be afraid of myself anymore |
(Thank you) |
Kurt called in the early morning |
Just to remind me I’m already alright |
Last night he read me a long list of words |
To occupy my mind |
And it worked, Kurty-bear |
You bathe my brain like a baby sink |
Please stay with yourself the way you stayed with me |
I know of the vibrant pain |
When the pitch of your crying is |
Vibrating your vein |
Like an already-taught string being tightened |
But your mind is thinking of itself |
Honey, isn’t that something else? |