Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Lonely, artist - Portugal. The Man. Album song Woodstock, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 15.06.2017
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Mr. Lonely |
| Are you living your teens in a shed? |
| Is growing up giving you the bends? |
| Is my little sunshine getting jealous of the moonbeams |
| Feeling gloomy in your bed? |
| You left your friends where the pavement ends |
| The road of broken bones begins |
| Between here and now |
| There’s glitter falling and a banner that says, «Welcome to Hell» |
| Make yourself at home, but leave behind free will |
| Can you feel me now? |
| You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart |
| Because it’s hard to see it falling apart |
| Maybe I’m too blind to see why trouble finds me |
| But if it’s here I’d rather see where it leads |
| Call me Mr. Lonely |
| You can call me anything, call me if you know me |
| You can call me king, I got 48 below me |
| You can call me anything, call me if you know me |
| You can call me king, but that ain’t no one below me |
| You can call me king, I’m the king, you wanna know me |
| But no one calls me, call me Mr. Lonely |
| The stars are falling and I bet they got some stories to tell |
| Be like long ago when I knew you well |
| Listen for a change |
| Can you hear it now? |
| You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart |
| Because it’s honestly been falling apart |
| Maybe I’m too blind to see how trouble finds me |
| Well if it’s here I’m gonna see where it leads |
| Call me Mr. Lonely |
| You can call me anything, call me if you know me |
| You can call me king, I got 48 below me |
| You can call me anything, call me if you know me |
| You can call me king, but that ain’t no one below me |
| You can call me king, I’m the king, you wanna know me |
| But no one calls me, call me Mr. Lonely |
| Do you whisper your dreams to the deaf (Hello?) |
| Deny that it’s all in your head (That thought) |
| The bitter past sleeps, sitting pretty in a limousine |
| Looking cruely under-fed (The real king) |
| Leave your friends where the pavement ends |
| The road of broken promise begins |
| Feet, don’t fail me now |
| Broken promises, alcohol anonymous |
| Inducted in the hall of fame for vomiting |
| I puked around the world, I’m the Duke of Earl |
| I used to have a girl, but she wasn’t happy |
| She left me naturally, she left with Natalie |
| They left in the back of a taxi, they was laughing at me |
| So I lit the club, bottles up, popping shit |
| False sense of happiness, perhaps I’ll take what I get |
| I guess it’s better than nothing, right? |
| Least I got this blunt to light |
| I’m doing what I want tonight, tomorrow I’m like «fuck my life» |
| Laugh once, cry twice I’m bad at taking good advice |
| Man, this lonely life ain’t nothing nice |