Hold On To Your Genre - Les Savy Fav

Hold On To Your Genre - Les Savy Fav

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Inches
Год
2008
Язык
`Angļu`
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316600

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Hold On To Your Genre

Les Savy Fav

Hold on to your genre

Your genre’s got a hold on you

Hold on to your hairdo

It’s the only thing to hold onto

Hold on to your genre

Your genre’s got a hold on you

Get up on the vapor

'Cause the solid’s tough to hold on to

There’s a promise in the back room

Read it written in the bathroom

You tell a little lie and then you

Try to get us in your bedroom

We live our little lives and then you

Try to drag us to your death tomb

I’ve been checking the seams

Of your red velvet blazer

Now I’m haunted by dreams

Of the things I’ve found hid there:

All the rabbits you’ve vanished

All the cards that you’ve killed

All the dawns that you’ve banished

With too many pills, pills, pills

Together, forever

The pity, the pleasure

The privilege, the pressure

The arteries we sever

The stillness, it chills us

It’s chills that we crave

The stillness will fill us when we fill in our graves

I never wanted something

Like nothing half this much

I’d gladly trade my state

For nullity and such

For once, to stop this buzzing

The lights inside my head

Can I please have truly nothing

Once before I’m dead?

There’s a promise in the back room

Read it written in the bathroom

You tell a little lie and then you

Try to get us in your bedroom

We live our little lives and then you

Try to drag us to your death tomb

I’ve been checking the seams

Of your red velvet blazer

And I’m seeing the lines

Of your will and your wish list:

And you wish you were nothing

And you wish you were cold

And you wish days meant something

So you’d stop getting old

Back in the day, you loved the night

And you would feast with great delight

A walnut coffin lined in silk

And daughter’s blood was mother’s milk

And now, with fangs rust red as dusk

A wet mouth in a dried up husk

You try to make me «one of us»

You try to make me «one of us»

Are you sick of being pretty?

Are you sick of being cool?

Are you alive beneath that makeup?

Or just an undead ghoul?

Are you sick of being pretty?

Are you sick of being cool?

Are you alive beneath the makeup?

Or just an undead ghoul?

Are you sick of being pretty?

Are you sick of being cool?

Are you alive beneath that makeup?

Or just an undead ghoul?

Are you sick of being pretty?

Are you sick of being cool?

Are you alive beneath the makeup?

Or just an undead ghoul, ghoul, ghoul?

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