Vidual - King Krule
Written by：Archy Marshall
She asked me in detail how to get to where
I'm from
But I told her it won't work
'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt
I saw some crimes when I was young and now
My brain is gunk
Haven't found the right size spunk
Through and through I have runned
I put my trust in many things
But now I know that's dumb
So I don't trust anyone
Only get along with some
Saw that girl again one time and now I know
It's done
And my eyes are so forlorn
But her eyes are so forlorn
I wait to creep between the streets
Beneath the setting sun
I say hey
Where you going with my gun
See soft boiling blood beneath my skin
I crave her tongue
As my head starts to plunge
So I follow when she's gone
Get me hollowed by a sign of taxidermy skunk
All my brain is full of her junk
Craving lipstick in my lungs
Left outside another night
I was a city bird
Hear her screaming all the words
I said maybe sometime
She keeps on as one of the people
She gets torched
She's one of the people
She keeps on as one of the people
She sits as dust with an earthly pus in a
Capsule on my tongue
And I think of what we've done and sink into
Where she sunk
Now up on my mantelpiece she has no legs
To run
Still a trophy I ain't won in a ceramic pot
For one
She scatters
Just like one of the people
And yeah she scatters
Just like one of the people
And yeah she scatters
Just like one of the people
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
