Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An Orgy Of Critics, artist - Say Anything. Date of issue: 30.09.2005
Song language: English
An Orgy Of Critics |
| Sweep the black super market! |
| Sweep it up with your teeth! |
| Put your feather in a box! |
| (Take off! Take off!) |
| Send it off to me! |
| I smell oxygen, precious. |
| Bareback on your horse. |
| Gallop off course, get off! |
| (Get off! Get off!) |
| Filled with fury’s force. |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit |
| You erased it but we saw you fake it |
| There’s blood on the good book, love in the bad brook |
| Suck out all the nerve and make it yours! |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| Saw you fake it… |
| You brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me |
| You brought me, you brought me to my knees |
| You’re so perfect to please us! |
| You make all the right noise! |
| Get the business clothes off! |
| (Take off! Take off!) |
| And strip down to your voice! |
| We will show you your future |
| and choke the air from your world. |
| (Choke! Choke! Choke!) |
| You can be our once-twice-thrice-four |
| times the goodbye girl! |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit |
| You erased it but we saw you fake it |
| There’s a crack in the blank stare, back in the black raised hair |
| It’s not fair! |
| It’s not fair! |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| There’s a fire in the peach pit |
| You brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me |
| You brought me, you brought me to my knees |
| I don’t know who told you that (who told you that) |
| I don’t know who told you that but it’s a lie, believe me |
| I swear, I shall not deceive thee. |
| (Yeah!) |
| I don’t know who sold you that but it’s a fake |
| I don’t know who sold you that baby but it’s a fake, remind me |
| 'Cause my eyes see straight behind me. |
| Never killed nobody |
| I promise you’re my first; |
| You always remember your first |
| (Okay, here we fuckin' go!) |
| You brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me to my knees. |
| Your art, it brought me, brought me, brought me |
| You brought me, you brought me to my knees |