of Montreal - Get God's Attention By Being an Atheist lyrics
[of Montreal - Get God's Attention By Being an Atheist lyrics]
Contextualizing the metal bibliotheque
As if to say, "I am the redeemer"
Where alpaca is the most practical safe word
To end an El General song
You translated Éden, Éden, Éden
Tears falling on your
French-to-English dictionary
While I read Gary Indiana's Horse Crazy
Next to your sex toy shaped
Like a pink banana
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder loud enough to destroy the
Talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes aren't the
Bottom of the soul
Because they high kick me like
Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh (Fresh)
We're all winners and everything's cool
We're gonna be okay 'cause we're special
Anyway, I thrive on racing thoughts
That would drive other
Breeders totally mental
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder loud enough to destroy the
Talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
I'm only trying to get God's
Attention by being an atheist
If we could transcend linear time
Think of what it would do to our inhibitions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder
As if to say, "I am the redeemer"
Where alpaca is the most practical safe word
To end an El General song
You translated Éden, Éden, Éden
Tears falling on your
French-to-English dictionary
While I read Gary Indiana's Horse Crazy
Next to your sex toy shaped
Like a pink banana
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder loud enough to destroy the
Talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes aren't the
Bottom of the soul
Because they high kick me like
Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh (Fresh)
We're all winners and everything's cool
We're gonna be okay 'cause we're special
Anyway, I thrive on racing thoughts
That would drive other
Breeders totally mental
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder loud enough to destroy the
Talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
I'm only trying to get God's
Attention by being an atheist
If we could transcend linear time
Think of what it would do to our inhibitions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
We want it louder