Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mourning Aftermath , by - Sage Francis. Song from the album Sick of Waging War, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.12.2001
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Mourning Aftermath |
| I know I look good |
| Stop sweatin' me |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty for you |
| I’m makin' myself look prettier |
| Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost |
| To 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 judgment calls with pick-up lines |
| Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone |
| It gets aggrivating masterbating to a dial tone |
| I’m the home to run-away trains of thought |
| My one track mind is a collision intercourse 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 |
| 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 vain. |
| It’s all a ----ing shame |
| I ain’t the one but I’m the one to complain? |
| 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 |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty for you |
| I’m makin' myself look prettier |
| 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 |
| Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask |
| Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask |
| Come and bring us (Confidence). |
| Cunnilingus (Compliments) |
| Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense |
| Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete |
| 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 |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty |
| I’m makin' myself look pretty for you |
| I’m makin' myself look prettier |