a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

pink lint - nails lyrics

to walk on nails, not accustomed to failure
they promote a life lived at leisure
am i not doing it right? please tell me now!
don’t i have the right to rely on you
and weren’t you the one who held the tube
running down my throat
and took control?
it’s not my fault, you see
that you need company
but don’t ask me to flatten your flaws
to straighten your guts and find the tangled part
and to be who you cannot pull out of yourself to be
so you can walk easy!

i raise a gl-ss to my fellow captives
to the self-sold generation haunted by
custom tailored advertis-m-nt —
can you hear the bushes brush against your window pane?
each target’s met by an idiot talking
blue lit, cruel and boasting:
»this is how i made my million«
and when the screen goes black —
well, there you are again
and here i’m on my knees
to give him company
just don’t tell me to watch my t–th
to sing your praise with a mouthful of paste
and to account for you being who you cannot help but be
so you can walk over me!

leave me out of it, talk me back into it —
ok, hand me one of your leaflets and let go of me
do i agree? — yes, i don’t
but your logic has holes that i’m not
ready to jump over yet
you are a believer, i give you that
your mother must’ve had faith in you, i bet
you were the soft center of attention
and not ashamed of it
it’s admirable
you’re unflappable
but don’t look for me to return your gaze
to repeat after you, kneading the clay
that your maker’s made of, waiting like a crooked vase on a shelve
for us to shower him with grace!

dear double blended leader of the band
no one calls you on the phone cos you’re hysterical
you’re whimpering and screaming — no one is believing
the lies you tell yourself and your socks don’t match
oh, it is terrible how unforgiving people are
in your imagination — its’ a whole nation
in this confined sp-ce and the wall you’re pushed against
tastes like old romance
oh, it is sad to see
who you keep up here
but don’t make me help you liquor them up
tickle their necks and tell the tale of
how great you really are in everything you do
ah sh-t, i’m one of your fools!

when you were taller and i was little
i had a dream you didn’t make it back home from your dinner date
i woke up disappointed to find you not torn
into shreds by car parts
at the kitchen table in the morning
almost half empty, completely disconnected
i fancied myself an only child raised by wolves
now i love no one, so no one ever doubts me
and i’m a car wreck
among the ruins that surround me
but i’m finished now, hollowed out
always free for something new
and i will swallow everything you put in front of me
and surrender to the common sense
presented to me

- pink lint lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS