WHY? - The Fall of Mr. Fifths lyrics
[WHY? - The Fall of Mr. Fifths lyrics]
Just another Sunday paddle boat ride
On a man made lake with another lady stranger
If I remain lost and die on a cross
At least I wasn't born in a manger
I can sense somewhere right now
I'm being prayed for
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore
From where my sails set maybe with one
Less lady than my vessel left with
Is that a threat?
Oh, I've stayed scarce this last year yes
But be assured and unrest
I'm unavoidable like death this
Christmas is this twisted? Why be upset
I never said I didn't have syphilis
Miss listless
Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with
I mean she's hard like the bricks
That I pound with my fist
This is the fall of Mr fifths
Forged for the hordes and
The ladies and lords
Set with fat chords in modern English
I know I know
There's nothing more appealing
Than the sound of high heels
Down the marble tiled hallways of
Your district's one allotted city-funded
Steiner school bilingual or montessori
Followed by a single high pitch
Scream followed by breaking glass
But could your anger be mapped
Into an interpretive dance
To a trip-hop track?
Could it be bowed out on strings?
Or strung into a pattern for
A god's eye to bring
To your alma mater's holiday
Fundraiser boutique thing? My god
Oh
God I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy
I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy, I know
Don't pay attention to me okay?
Look at the fire everything's totally fine
I feel a lot better now!
On a man made lake with another lady stranger
If I remain lost and die on a cross
At least I wasn't born in a manger
I can sense somewhere right now
I'm being prayed for
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore
From where my sails set maybe with one
Less lady than my vessel left with
Is that a threat?
Oh, I've stayed scarce this last year yes
But be assured and unrest
I'm unavoidable like death this
Christmas is this twisted? Why be upset
I never said I didn't have syphilis
Miss listless
Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with
I mean she's hard like the bricks
That I pound with my fist
This is the fall of Mr fifths
Forged for the hordes and
The ladies and lords
Set with fat chords in modern English
I know I know
There's nothing more appealing
Than the sound of high heels
Down the marble tiled hallways of
Your district's one allotted city-funded
Steiner school bilingual or montessori
Followed by a single high pitch
Scream followed by breaking glass
But could your anger be mapped
Into an interpretive dance
To a trip-hop track?
Could it be bowed out on strings?
Or strung into a pattern for
A god's eye to bring
To your alma mater's holiday
Fundraiser boutique thing? My god
Oh
God I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy
I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy, I know
Don't pay attention to me okay?
Look at the fire everything's totally fine
I feel a lot better now!