Lyrics Fingerless Gloves - Of Montreal

Fingerless Gloves

I’m just a practical N.B.P.
I know that time is made out of plastic
And not really free from crime as it is understood
Like any jaguar god in the month of Pox
Vomiting blood all over vultures
And kicking the fuck out of true scum dolly boys
(Dolly tracer doll eraser)
I don’t have to tell,
We’re not doing well,
You know we live in Hell
Okay well than even in Hell
People get offended
Even in Hell
Even in Hell
People get offended
Even in Hell
People get defensive
Even in Hell
People get offended
Even in Hell
People get offended
Apotheosis kindergarten god is a shipwreck
I know how much you love that I’m a nasty girl
A freak of sophistication
The species is queen they send their phalli into space
I always want you to be the one that comes first
'Cause I love to watch your body crescendo
And I never need a cue 'cause Sessi I wrote the play
In a homicidal thrash I am dead to taste your ash
I’m a scum to film you crash I feel so safe with you trash!
Trash!
Trash!
Trash!