Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Andy Kaufman, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Still Sickly Business, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Andy Kaufman |
Now I know it ain’t right, but I decided I hadta' |
Us poets paint life, but don’t get recognized till afta' |
So I faked my own death just to see what would happen |
As I taje shallow breaths and wait for people’s reaction |
It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter… wait |
Before long I was on display at an open casket wake |
And I’m the main attraction who draws a crowd. |
A freak show of sorts |
Good thing my skin is pale enough to pass as a decomposing corpse |
Frozen in my thoughts, laying stiff… playing with |
People’s emotions and awaiting a kiss from praying |
lips that I hate but miss. |
She didn’t show… although she sent a card with flowers |
How considerate. |
That little bitch would make me sit in my car for hours |
Heartless powers start to devour my patience… it gets me violent |
I’m ready to fly shit and end everything like «I QUIT!» |
Then again I sit deathly quiet… biting my tongue |
Just excited that some kids… who were invited to come did |
I’m the center of attention… the talk of the town |
It ain’t all that profound, |
but on this special day of mine I’m the one the universe revolves around |
It’s like a birthday… kind of. |
I also found that it’s the worst way to find love. |
White doves battle black crows in one of the back rows |
And everybody my ass knows back home is sporting black clothes |
Looking glum as usual… it's all too familiar |
I put the fun back into funeral. |
My morbid humor’ll kill ya' |
For all that it’s worth… the people who I thought were jerks |
Were putting on the water works and it sorta hurts |
My momma stroked my hair with so much care but hardly spoke |
Now my heart is broke, and yeah… I should’ve let her in on the joke |
But I’m honestly choked up, and I’m stuck holding back my tears |
As I absorb the atmosphere, «I wanna turn back I’m scared!» |
Then a hand touches my shoulder to calm my nerves |
And something odd occurs because I heard my father’s words |
So I got disturbed… as he expressed what he’s never said |
What bothered me the most is that I remembered… he's dead |
I manifested destiny. |
The best and worst of worlds has come true |
As I’m buried alive, in the back of my mind echoes his words: |
«I love you.» |