Titus Andronicus - Still Life with Hot Deuce on Silver Platter lyrics
[Titus Andronicus - Still Life with Hot Deuce on Silver Platter lyrics]
You're going through phases
Are you some kind of man or a moon?
Either way, these here boots
They're gonna walk all over you
It's all true, isn't it?
There's no real altruism, kid
It's just a new set of clothes
On the same old selfishness - cold piss!
Out, walking the street looking for these
Alleged elegant truths it's just me
Lonely me and the other relevant dudes
Arrogant enough to believe
This is developing news
I exist just as a fish
Stuck with the pelican blues - hot deuce!
Here it goes again
I hear you took it to another level
Here it goes again
Tonight I'm crying for a baby
Who's never going to be born
My authentic self was aborted
At the age of four
You know I'll always be a junkie
You see me spread across the floor
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels
Don't come around no more
But, I'm not gonna cry i'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry thinkin' bout that baby
But, I'm gonna die die if I don't try
Try to bring that man to life
But what of the classic contest
Content versus Context? They have a fight -
Context wins
Con men contact Content's next of kin
Saying "I'm looking for
Your least-feminine lesbian
We're gonna pump her so
Full of bovine estrogen
She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline
But no one knows
Cause I shit on some Mexicans" hot deuce!
Are you some kind of man or a moon?
Either way, these here boots
They're gonna walk all over you
It's all true, isn't it?
There's no real altruism, kid
It's just a new set of clothes
On the same old selfishness - cold piss!
Out, walking the street looking for these
Alleged elegant truths it's just me
Lonely me and the other relevant dudes
Arrogant enough to believe
This is developing news
I exist just as a fish
Stuck with the pelican blues - hot deuce!
Here it goes again
I hear you took it to another level
Here it goes again
Tonight I'm crying for a baby
Who's never going to be born
My authentic self was aborted
At the age of four
You know I'll always be a junkie
You see me spread across the floor
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels
Don't come around no more
But, I'm not gonna cry i'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry thinkin' bout that baby
But, I'm gonna die die if I don't try
Try to bring that man to life
But what of the classic contest
Content versus Context? They have a fight -
Context wins
Con men contact Content's next of kin
Saying "I'm looking for
Your least-feminine lesbian
We're gonna pump her so
Full of bovine estrogen
She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline
But no one knows
Cause I shit on some Mexicans" hot deuce!