Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Come Now, 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
Come Come Now |
Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost |
scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts |
My head’s close to your closet door. |
I’ve got the glass to my ear. |
My nose is in your |
business I smell something fishy here. |
I hear bones rattling. |
Poems battling for space and time |
Phones that’ll ring when I make judgement calls with pick-up lines |
Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone |
It just gets aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone. |
I’m the home to run-away trains of thought |
My one track mind is a collision inter-course where victim’s cross, |
Bedroom eyes… uncross their legs exposing inner thighs |
I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise. |
I’ve lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred |
Hid so many lies under my breath that I can’t face God |
Dig into my mind deep enough you’ll find a graveyard |
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard |
Don’t cry, girl. |
Let me outline your short comings |
While my world is full of them and they’re all in the long runnings |
It’s all fun and games. |
It’s all done in vane. |
It’s all a ----ing shame |
I ain’t the one but I’m the one to complain? |
I’m the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast |
Make love to the present, fuck the past |
Make love to the present, fuck the past. |
Nothing lasts |
Don’t you dare worry about the morning aftermath |
(yeah!) |
Don’t you love how much you paid for your education? |
(yeah) |
Don’t you love your job and spending every day there? |
(yeah) |
Don’t you love your girl? |
You have such a healthy relationship. |
(yeah) |
Don’t you love having that break-up sex, that make-up sex? |
(yeah) |
Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain |
The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban |
I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I’m certain |
Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon! |
I’m a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset |
My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat |
Self, have some respect! |
I don’t need you new and clean |
But I don’t want the procedure routine! |
A screw machine! |
with a few bolts loose. |
robot response touch tone |
Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem |
Run home. |
dip into your closet and jump bones |
Your secret admirer’s stuck higher up and he’s unknown. |
Looking down on you. |
can you bare the burden? |
my ears are hurting |
I found a few gears are turning |
With squeaky wheels. |
they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance |
Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements. |
It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth |
Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf |
Refused its worth, we lose our shirts. |
she assumed the worst |
And needed proof of birth? |
I’m leaving this universe. |
It seems doomed and cursed. |
see if you come first then come fast |
Come here. |
Come back.Compare.Contrast |
Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask, |
Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask |
Condone.Condemn.Come home. |
Come friend |
Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend |
Carma.Chameleon.Come again? |
Continue to come in you. |
Come to daddy. |
Condescend |
Come and bring us (Confidence).Curlding us (Compliments) |
Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense |
Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat |
Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete |
Come to the street. |
Conquer the weak. |
Come to terms with coming last |
Make love to the present, fuck the past |
Make love to the present, fuck the past. |
Nothing lasts |
Don’t you dare worry about the morning aftermath. |
(yeah!) |
Don’t you wanna take a shower with me? |
Clean me up. |
(yeah) |
Kill yourself… while you’re still alive |
(Kill yourself) while you’re still alive while you’re still alive. |
(3X) |
See when you put a shell to your ear, it is not the sound of crashing waves |
that you’re hearing. |
It’s the amplified current of your own bloodstream |
It was your self-pulse that created that post-human illusion of me. |
Your |
tireless heart pumping out an ocean of lies and I foolishly tried filling |
impossible shoes resulting in my stumbling as I fell into the trap of making |
a woman my element. |
Now I just can’t get comfortable being out of you… |