Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Avocado, Baby , by - Los Campesinos!. Release date: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
Avocado, Baby |
| There’s no box to tick for red, so I put down blue instead |
| 'Cause it’s closest there’s to grey in the categories |
| And the veins within the whites are a statement of demise |
| Doe Eyes, you should stay at home licking batteries |
| And I feel like I’m the host of a terrible game show |
| And the guests on today’s quiz are celebrities |
| Won’t respond to any clues, they’re just cracking jokes for views |
| But the answers to these questions mean everything |
| I had a friend who had made a flag day |
| Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak |
| I have known friends to crack from love’s weight |
| Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break |
| Oh, it won’t get better |
| That doesn’t mean it’s gonna get any worse |
| You’ll find a draft’a life-long love letter |
| Signed to the man who will be driving your hearse |
| Salacia’s in the depths, and if I avoid the nets |
| Threaten, «I'll cuckold you, Neptune» for definite |
| Meet between the dog and wolf, with the hoarfrost underfoot |
| And I’ll show you every fire in Delphinus |
| A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy |
| That’s why they call me the avocado, baby |
| May she who casts the first fist of dirt across the casket |
| Have mourners lick the mud from her fingernails |
| 'Tween the breadth’a your arms span, I was a renaissance man |
| Books of lies stacked either side, you were my carrell |
| I had a friend who had made a flag day |
| Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak |
| I have known friends to crack from love’s weight |
| Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break |
| I had a friend who had made a flag day |
| Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak |
| I have known friends to crack from love’s weight |
| Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break |
| Oh, it won’t get better |
| That doesn’t mean it’s gonna get any worse |
| You’ll find a draft’a life-long love letter |
| Signed to the man who will be driving your hearse |
| I had a friend who had made a flag day |
| Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak |
| I have known friends to crack from love’s weight |
| Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break |
| I had a friend who had made a flag day |
| Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak |
| I have known friends to crack from love’s weight |
| Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break |
| A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy |
| That’s why they call me the avocado, baby |
| A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy |
| That’s why they call me the avocado, baby |
| A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy |
| That’s why they call me the avocado, baby |
| A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy |
| That’s why they call me the avocado, baby |