Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arms & Opinions, artist - Skating Polly. Album song The Big Fit, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Arms & Opinions |
I never knew that we were those people |
The kind that people think of as the bad seeds |
The kind that make you feel like you’re so lucky |
The kind that guilt you out of your fun |
Oh, please forget me for my sins |
My charming hungriness has got me once again |
My father sent me out, he told me what to do |
But instead of listening I stuck prickle needles in his shoes |
He tried to run, he tried to follow |
But just at the sight of the blood he couldn’t run much farther |
And I felt bad just for a second |
But mainly I was laughing because I just ran away |
I just ran away from everything good in my life that was happening |
She never knew, and I didn’t try to stop it |
She never knew, called me crazy again for the seventh time |
She never knew, yeah, this is that deep dark tale |
She never knew, well it goes where it goes and it never leaves a trail |
He brought me an ice pack for my bruises |
But the ice pack proved to be quite useless |
Because I didn’t have bumps; |
I had cuts |
And he shouldn’t try to numb it; |
I need a bandage |
Oh, please forget me for my sins |
My charming hungriness has got me once again |
My father sent me out, he told me what to do |
But instead of listening, I filled up his cup to the top with glue |
He tried to drink, he tried to swallow |
But due to the lack of the air his face was turning dark blue |
And I felt bad just for a second |
But mainly I was laughing because I just brought the day |
I just brought the day of everything weird in my life that was mattering |
She never knew, well it’s true I could have saved him |
She never knew, I just sat there cold-faced for the longest time |
She never knew, yeah, this is that kind of tale |
She never knew, what I did was my job so it’s not considered betrayal |
He took my calls |
He called me «vicious» |
Told me that my arms and opinions |
Were ash and fruitless |
Well, if I’m wrong |
Go tell your God: |
That I’m an illness |
A raving sickness |
The way we blame |
It’s not the same |
The way I came |
Always a game |