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letra de direct - thumpermonkey

[verse 1]
i wake up, on the floor, by the crystallising meat
try to stand but i fall, thrash about, knock the pretzels over
blue-eyed children, (ablaze like eugenics endemol©)
beam at me from the socks, and i start to cry out: “tell me what am i looking for?”
shopping list in my hand, but the products are occult
maybe sweat, maybe tears, makes the writing indecipherable
but i did not blackout, it’s just my attention span
i’m appalled, i’m in slacks and i start to cry out “tell me what am i looking for?”
so they take me outside. it feels like each one of us
just breaks out to break in, and we never look back again

[pre-chorus]
if it takes more effort to explain than it does to say then be quiet
who’d have thought when you climbed to the top of the mountain that you’d find a swamp
if you want to know terror, take a holiday
it’s on an empty stomach
i’m not responsible
i’m not responsible

[verse 2]
today i saw a sign on the regent’s c-n-l
and it said ‘if you see a man without a smile give him yours’;
why would i wanna do that?

[bridge]
if you see a man without a smile then give him yours
are you havin’ a bubble?
this underwritten grin is the only thing that keeps my teeth apart;
stops them clamping down on your fingers

[chorus]
(thank god i don’t have the words for this
i can’t tell you what colour it is
can’t pick out its shape out in a rorschach so p-ss it on, p-ss it on, p-ss it on)

[pre-chorus]
i won’t tell you what colour this is
i’ll erode a smile right into the bone
and as long as i live i’ll never learn to say anything direct at all
you’ll have to prise it from my cold dead face
’cause it’s mine. i worked hard. i worked hard for this
if you want to know terror, take a holiday
it’s on empty stomach
i’m not responsible
i’m not responsible

[chorus]
thank god i don’t have the words for this
i can’t tell you what colour it is
can’t pick out its shape out in a rorschach so p-ss it on, p-ss it on, p-ss it on
thank god i don’t have the words for this
i can’t tell you what colour it is
can’t pick out its shape out in a rorschach again
thank god i don’t have the words for this
i can’t tell you what colour it is
can’t pick out its shape out in a rorschach again

- thumpermonkey

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