Faculty Of Fears - Lightspeed Champion

She was born on a Monday Night

In my head, for my eyes

In a theorem of Pythagoras

Oh, oh, oh

Fall asleep on the train

Mr J, he rots your brains

You’re not fun lest you pick up the pace

Oh, oh, oh

Another cold night down on the mare

Kissing boys and pretending to care

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears

And if your heart’s screaming, «take me home!»

Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears

Drop your scarf in the mud

Slacker Jack and coffee mugs

Is your dorm room a romantic place

Oh tell me, is it?

All the hits and your favorite songs

Through your ears and down your sarong

If he’s evil then why does he kiss?

Oh, oh, oh

Another cold night down on the mare

Kissing boys and pretending to care

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears

And if your heart’s screaming, «take me home!»

Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears

Don’t you feel better standing on you own?

Sometimes it’s better in your slutty crone

Listen to Lucia, a favored friend

Pamala, sing for me

Another cold night down on the mare

Kissing boys and pretending to care

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears

And if your heart’s screaming, «take me home!»

Then hail a cab and please turn off your phone

Oh it’s the faculty of fears

It’s the faculty of fears