Cass McCombs - Tourist Woman lyrics
[Cass McCombs - Tourist Woman lyrics]
For Tourist Woman
The itching is turning to fever
And then to form for Tourist Woman
Insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
For the swarm, for the swarm
And vice-versa the swarm
Turning to fury captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy
With the meager conditions they
Have given her
They have given her, they have given her
They have given her, they have given her
From Oxford to UCLA
To empoverished streets of a Bengali village
TW fights for nothing
Believes in nothing except an image
Except an image, except an image
The image in her mind is of vague origin
Of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross
Somewhat a mongrel cult
Mongrel cult, mongrel cult
Mongrel cult, mongrel cult
Like the old man who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed
(and that's a good thing)
The itching is turning to fever
And then to form for Tourist Woman
Insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
For the swarm, for the swarm
And vice-versa the swarm
Turning to fury captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy
With the meager conditions they
Have given her
They have given her, they have given her
They have given her, they have given her
From Oxford to UCLA
To empoverished streets of a Bengali village
TW fights for nothing
Believes in nothing except an image
Except an image, except an image
The image in her mind is of vague origin
Of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross
Somewhat a mongrel cult
Mongrel cult, mongrel cult
Mongrel cult, mongrel cult
Like the old man who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed
(and that's a good thing)
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