The National - Turtleneck lyrics
[The National - Turtleneck lyrics]
Oh my Mother, let your daughter dance with me
I'd like to spin her wild
Around the cottonwood tree
There's something about her eyes
I think her roots are rotten
This must be the reason she wears
Her hair up in knots, oh no
This is so embarrassing, ah
We're pissing fit's
Crying on our doorsteps in
T-shirts loose and ripped
Some of them so out of
Style I cannot save them
They'll just get whatever my
Salvation gave them
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck
The poor, they leave their cellphones in the
Bathrooms of the rich
And when they try to turn them
Off everything they switch to
Is just another man, in shitty suit's
Everybody's cheering for
This must be the genius we've
Been waiting years for, oh no
This is so embarrassing, ah
We're pissing fit's
Crying on our doorsteps in
T-shirts loose and ripped
Some of them so out of
Style I cannot save them
They'll just get whatever my
Salvation gave them
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck
I'd like to spin her wild
Around the cottonwood tree
There's something about her eyes
I think her roots are rotten
This must be the reason she wears
Her hair up in knots, oh no
This is so embarrassing, ah
We're pissing fit's
Crying on our doorsteps in
T-shirts loose and ripped
Some of them so out of
Style I cannot save them
They'll just get whatever my
Salvation gave them
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck
The poor, they leave their cellphones in the
Bathrooms of the rich
And when they try to turn them
Off everything they switch to
Is just another man, in shitty suit's
Everybody's cheering for
This must be the genius we've
Been waiting years for, oh no
This is so embarrassing, ah
We're pissing fit's
Crying on our doorsteps in
T-shirts loose and ripped
Some of them so out of
Style I cannot save them
They'll just get whatever my
Salvation gave them
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck
Keep the weed next to the bed
Then light the water, check for lead
Dim the lights a little lower
Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders
Give the gift that fit's your head
You have to get this turtleneck