
Spastica Songtext
A morbid fascination with all things in extremes
A limited sport will leave its spot on me
Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep
I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat
His spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right your arse
It's unbelievable, the way you got it all, it seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
A limited sport will leave its spot on me
Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep
I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat
His spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right your arse
It's unbelievable, the way you got it all, it seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale
FRISCHMANN, JUSTINE ELINOR
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