(I don't want to ruin your willpower)
(That's alright, I'm not very good at controlling it anyway)
(What do you really wanna do with your life?)
(Just briefly, summarize)
Oh, I sold my soul to the guys from the courtyard
My heart beats in the back of a sports car
Picking up speed, I'm gone ya or what
Trade my greed for a wish of a North Star
I'm dressed in malicious decor
With the intention to distribute chess piece, galore
I got dirt on my hands like never before
And then my mom looks down, she asks me to sort ya
The beast of beauty is in how we came along, way safe from drowning
Mathematics, keeps me counting
Somehow, someway, now who's shouting?
This is mental illness, soundness of my brain stem, stillness
No choice left, but find religion
Look back, hindsight, perfect vision
(The whole album has a clear, crisp sound)
(And a new sheen of consummate professionalism)
(That really gives the songs a big boost)
(He's been compared to Elvis Costello)
Oh, you can't fuck with this
You can cut my throat
You can slit my wrists
I already died before
And yeah, I done turned grey
But the bass sounds good
And the beat's okay
You can search all night long
You can write on the back of a mastodon
You can take the stage
And you can break your legs
You can calm yourself with a fit of rage, yeah
Face is cold in the sunlight
Turn up volume, having fun, right?
Haunted by sins of past life
Horror stories help me pass time
Search for constant comfort
Keeps us stranded, face gets sunburnt
Bones unburied, we stay on term
Pave the way for way down under
(Do you feel fulfilled?)
(I mean, in your life)
(Have you ever wanted to make someone happy?)
(What?)
(I guess you could say I just wanna have a meaningful relationship with someone special)
