​of Montreal - Faberge Falls for Shuggie lyrics

Those with the golden axe have
Tried to tell me what they say?
Oh, that the bird in my chest was dead
But that's never, never, never

She ain't my thug no more
Ain't no kind of killer
And she can break 'em off
If she damn well please
Just as long as she brings it home to me
And it's still hot

Can you touch what I'm saying?
It's like, did Shuggie do it yet?
No, not yet, wait
Those with the golden axe have
Tried to tell me tell you what?
Oh, that the sex in my walk was cotton soft
But that's never, never, never

With question marks in my eyes
And your strange name pressed to our lips
We arrived at number eleven
So charged and ready for slavery

I won't take the stage straight, understand?
Under capes with druggy cock dragons
I wanna put out so bad
But something bad said
'The kid's probably right'

Are you deflating at the question?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Okay

Now that the parachute has opened, well
Don't it make you feel good?
Now that the parachute has opened, well
Don't it make you feel good?

Be careful how you touch me
My body is an earthquake
Ready to receive you
My mind's making glaciers

Metals for my soldiers
Let's be like strangers
Touching for the first time

Skeletal Lamping the controller sphere
False priest

Skeletal lamping the controller sphere
False priest