Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fall Of Mr. Fifths, artist - WHY?.
Date of issue: 16.08.2018
Song language: English
The Fall Of Mr. Fifths |
Just another Sunday paddle boat ride |
On a man made lake with another lady stranger |
If I remain lost and die on a cross |
At least I wasn’t born in a manger |
I can sense somewhere right now I’m being prayed for |
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore |
From where my sails set maybe with one less lady than my vessel left with |
Is that a threat? |
Oh I’ve stayed scarce this last year yes, but be assured and unrest |
I’m unavoidable like death this Christmas is this twisted? |
Why be upset |
I never said I didn’t have syphilis, miss listless |
Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with |
I mean she’s hard like the bricks that I pound with my fist |
This is the fall of Mr. Fifths |
Forged for the hordes and the ladies and lords |
Set with fat chords in modern English |
I know I know |
There’s nothing more appealing |
Than the sound of high heels |
Down the marble tiled hallways of your district’s one allotted city-funded |
Steiner school bilingual or montessori |
Followed by a single high pitch scream followed by breaking glass |
But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance |
To a trip-hop track? |
Could it be bowed out on strings? |
Or strung into a pattern for a god’s eye to bring |
To your alma mater’s holiday fundraiser boutique thing? |
My god |
Oh |
God I’m sorry, I’m just being crazy |
I’m sorry, I’m just being crazy, I know |
Don’t pay attention to me okay? |
Look at the fire |
Everything’s totally fine |
I feel a lot better now! |