Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Avocado, Baby, artist - Los Campesinos!.
Date of issue: 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 |