Fiendish - Goldblume
Lyrics by：Grant Willison/Jethro Steel/Tim West
Composed by：Tim West/Grant Willison/Jethro Steel
Michael stipe
With the blue around the eyes
And I'd play 'at my most beautiful'
Until I start to cry
Rumour is hot
One day he'll stop the rot
And these frozen lines that hang in place
And hang for days
Guess I'm sleeping on the sofa AH-GAIN
How do perverts escape
These illustrious shapes
Watch with desperate hands
For your literal plans
I try turn off I try
If you're really asking then we're doing fine
When I was a cub
Hanging out I didn't think enough
And I walk this city all day long this city sucks
Eurgh love twisted up my hair
And aged me 'bout 20 years
I scream you scream and he's only 'bout 17
How do perverts escape
These illustrious shapes
Watch with desperate hands
For your literal plans
I try turn off I try
If you're really asking then we're doing fine
If you're really hiding then I'll stay here blind
Get yourself some caffeine
Woo
