| ...Don't I at least get a Chumbawumba song!?... |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Head Automatica, baby! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Head Automatica- The Razor | ] |
I can't stop listening to this song right now!
I'm going on 20 times...it just rocks!
Nella knows what I'm talking about!
Head Automatica- The Razor
This is television
Late-night television
Scripted with precision
A corner store pulp fiction
Sits where your heart isn't
And with your eyes so green
And your pinkish theme
You've made an old friend seem
Rather dead to me
Alas, the weapon sex can be
Your body's a weapon, and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the Devil, and you're afraid it could get out
Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do
...I do, I do...
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true
...I do, I do...
The Razor...
You rub-off suspicious
So vile and anicious
With a heart so vicious
And dare you to ask what this is
This is so delicious
To eat the best of you
Like the others do
We take your pride from you
The drive-in, the embassy,
The Jets...it's all the same to me
Your body's a weapon, and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the Devil, and you're afraid it could get out
Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do
...I do, I do...
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true
...I do, I do...
The Razor
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do
So many suitors...I don't even have a suit to wear
So many influential fingers running through your hair
I am the razor in the hands of your heart
And I am the razor in the hands of God
Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do
...I do, I do...
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true
...I do, I do...
The Razor
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do
...The Razor...
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do
...The Razor...
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do...
...enjoy! |
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