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 рокDate 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? |