Car Seat Headrest - Napoleon (March Into Russia) lyrics
[Car Seat Headrest - Napoleon March Into Russia lyrics]
Take all their islands and
They'll play their violins
They heard the songs from nearby continents
Everyone cried when they saw with their eyes
The land shift underneath their feet
I was living in the past ‘cause
I’ll be dead in the future
The kids from ED, they smelled bad
I had to teach one how to
Unzip his backpack, sitting on my dad’s lap
As he taught me to play piano
But I could only play by ear
Spent his money on whores when he
Came back from the war
He just needed something pure
And he'd tell me these stories
And one night they stole the boats
Went for a smoke on the water
And we march, across, the countryside
We march, across, the countryside
Not by sickness, God, not by sickness
Wanted to find you in a hotel room
Elevator shafts
But, I’m tired of this honeymoon
Bored in the bed with you
My dad called me "fag" even though
He had slept with men
I swear that VHS is ingrained in my memory
Just like everything, just the historian
Only comfort I can take
Rome was not forgotten in a day
As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside
Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some
Tent into their hands god save them all
(I don’t know if it’s just the chord
But I can’t really do it well)
Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some
Tent into their hands god save them all
The hair on your head is making me dizzy
Our Lady of good council flies away
The Sun changes size and circles in the sky
Basel, Switzerland summer of 1566
(Or was it 1666?)
As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside
(ide)
They'll play their violins
They heard the songs from nearby continents
Everyone cried when they saw with their eyes
The land shift underneath their feet
I was living in the past ‘cause
I’ll be dead in the future
The kids from ED, they smelled bad
I had to teach one how to
Unzip his backpack, sitting on my dad’s lap
As he taught me to play piano
But I could only play by ear
Spent his money on whores when he
Came back from the war
He just needed something pure
And he'd tell me these stories
And one night they stole the boats
Went for a smoke on the water
And we march, across, the countryside
We march, across, the countryside
Not by sickness, God, not by sickness
Wanted to find you in a hotel room
Elevator shafts
But, I’m tired of this honeymoon
Bored in the bed with you
My dad called me "fag" even though
He had slept with men
I swear that VHS is ingrained in my memory
Just like everything, just the historian
Only comfort I can take
Rome was not forgotten in a day
As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside
Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some
Tent into their hands god save them all
(I don’t know if it’s just the chord
But I can’t really do it well)
Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some
Tent into their hands god save them all
The hair on your head is making me dizzy
Our Lady of good council flies away
The Sun changes size and circles in the sky
Basel, Switzerland summer of 1566
(Or was it 1666?)
As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside
(ide)