Lyrics Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants - Wild Beasts

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

C’mon we’re young, we’re young
Yet we’ll be dead as soon
C’mon we came, we came
From our mother’s womb to swoon
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Swig the bottle, bottle
Slap the face of Aristotle
Race me, race me, race me, race me
In yer fourth and jalopy
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
My mother, she said «you don’t delve in taboo»
But mother my moribund will come
When I’m through with taboo
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
That sink and pull in the guts
That’s this foolhardy flux