Testo Sympathize With Killers - Joe Kaplow
Testo della canzone Sympathize With Killers (Joe Kaplow), tratta dall'album Posh Poodle Krystal and Toe
"Don't say those things anymore
I'm trying as hard as I can
I'm your matador ant with one job
God, I mob and mod
What's more: heart's sore
Never stop bring home food for the Lord
Don't say those things anymore
You always take the opposite side
Just for the sake of argument
A natural born contrarian but
It's scary. I wears on me when
Everything I do or dare to say is prey
Lamb in a lion's pride
You always take the opposite side
The makeup sex makes up for it
I feel I'm falling down
So keep the accusations coming
We need feet for running, volts for humming
Rides to bum, stick out your tongue
The break up hex makes up bullshit then
The make up sex, the make up sex makes up for it
You sympathize with killers
As one subject to impulse
I'm talking about all you wild ones with
Broad strokes on your mediums and
A laugh like a Harley on helium
I'm sorry, hun, I'm sorry, hun
I'm sorry for the filler, I'm just a modest chiller
You sympathize with killers
Don't leave me for three weeks
You know I ain't good with change but
You're overdue. T-rex vision tried and true
Glued the tree to tap into blue
Now I think in twos, sink into the moon of you
Pull me in; bass boom, lights too
Your eyes in perfect ties with perfume bloom ensue
Insidious gloom. I grew to be a paint
We start to strike our hearts and
Pack the bloody heat into the start
The groove, it lifts the dark but
Then you drop the beat
Oh, don't leave me for three weeks"
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Writer(s): Joe Kaplow
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