Moses Sumney - Virile lyrics
[Moses Sumney - Virile lyrics]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ah
On the long hike through
Blue Ridge Mountains i can feel the earth
Overtake my skin and I realize none
Of this matters 'Cause I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs and the marble arch
Playin' the part the gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son dear son
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile, viral way
Here's to the boys and the noise
Playin' the part the gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong "I"
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong idea, son dear, son
You pick your own prison
You want dominion to make
Minions of the stars made up of what you are
Are, are, are, are, are
You are, are, are, are, are
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son
On the long hike through
Blue Ridge Mountains i can feel the earth
Overtake my skin and I realize none
Of this matters 'Cause I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs and the marble arch
Playin' the part the gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son dear son
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile, viral way
Here's to the boys and the noise
Playin' the part the gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong "I"
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong idea, son dear, son
You pick your own prison
You want dominion to make
Minions of the stars made up of what you are
Are, are, are, are, are
You are, are, are, are, are
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades you've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son