Zita Swoon - Stamina lyrics
[Zita Swoon - Stamina lyrics]
I argued with a wounded man he saying so
And me saying:
"Why can't the beer in my glass
Stop to fizz?" that insane hiss!
He said: "Drink up boy
It takes a whole lot a lot
When you're up to your neck in this!"
Now there are demons all around me
Saying I should taste some of
What freedom really is
And that I shouldn't resist the wealth
Of this oblivion
I used to play with toy guns and toy knives
But my daddy he never thought me how to kill
He told me how to take the blame
But my daddy he didn't teach me how to kill
I was told to be discreet
And to be able to take an insult
I was so discreet nobody noticed me momma
I was told to fear and fear alone
Would help me what to choose
So I dreamed myself to solitude
And I left behind my family and my kin
I pack my bags
And I go slide back to my mother
To hide in her shack from this a
Fighting and fussing
I was raised on meat and alcohol
It don't do any good at all i went clips
Eclipse but, I ain't did no
I ain't had no i ain't coming back
It's amazing how only a little faith
Can point someone in one peculiar direction
But how mush it takes for people to admit
They were wrong
And to renegotiate their intentions
Or how quickly they irritate
If you only mention that only 2-3-5 changes
To their daily ways
Could make a whole lot a difference
In the chain of days in time and space
I hope I won't get busted
Cause, I done no wrong but of course
You never know what change might come
In morality or economy
Ecology sexuality
Or any other matter on the one hand
Or on the other hand in my land
Or your land makes me understand
That nobody really knows which way things go
And that even the river must flow
Up stream sometimes consumption!
Beep beep! Watusi!
And me saying:
"Why can't the beer in my glass
Stop to fizz?" that insane hiss!
He said: "Drink up boy
It takes a whole lot a lot
When you're up to your neck in this!"
Now there are demons all around me
Saying I should taste some of
What freedom really is
And that I shouldn't resist the wealth
Of this oblivion
I used to play with toy guns and toy knives
But my daddy he never thought me how to kill
He told me how to take the blame
But my daddy he didn't teach me how to kill
I was told to be discreet
And to be able to take an insult
I was so discreet nobody noticed me momma
I was told to fear and fear alone
Would help me what to choose
So I dreamed myself to solitude
And I left behind my family and my kin
I pack my bags
And I go slide back to my mother
To hide in her shack from this a
Fighting and fussing
I was raised on meat and alcohol
It don't do any good at all i went clips
Eclipse but, I ain't did no
I ain't had no i ain't coming back
It's amazing how only a little faith
Can point someone in one peculiar direction
But how mush it takes for people to admit
They were wrong
And to renegotiate their intentions
Or how quickly they irritate
If you only mention that only 2-3-5 changes
To their daily ways
Could make a whole lot a difference
In the chain of days in time and space
I hope I won't get busted
Cause, I done no wrong but of course
You never know what change might come
In morality or economy
Ecology sexuality
Or any other matter on the one hand
Or on the other hand in my land
Or your land makes me understand
That nobody really knows which way things go
And that even the river must flow
Up stream sometimes consumption!
Beep beep! Watusi!