Sufjan Stevens - A Winner Needs a Wand lyrics

Like it's killing me it's kidding me around
This bite, You bit on me
You put on me a gown

That fit's me like a quarter door
That hit's me like a sound
It's like You shut on me
Or shouldn't be around

Like the fennel seed
The funny gene You found
I like the man-o-weeds the man-o-wars abound

That fit's me like a quarter door
That hit's me like a sound
I might just win a war a matador around

There's still nothing I can say to change
My news for You
There's still nothing You can do to exchange
My dues to You

Like you fit on me to bit on me a bound
This life that's shut on me
That shouldn't be the grounds
To emulate an Epicene to elevate a sound
This life, a winner needs
A winner needs a wand

Never want to blame You bound You, blame me
Never want the blame You bound
Never want to blame You bound me, blame You
Never want the fame You found

And where's the same and where's the strong
And where's the guard
And where's the one who tries to make You?