Текст песни Wonderful Nothing - Edit - Glass Animals
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut,
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much?
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
Your
party's
so
damn
tired
Kinkiness
pretty
light,
and
You're
dressed
up
like
a
tiger
But
you're
a
fly
stuck
in
my
eye,
and
What's
that
face?
So,
you
got
some
scrapes,
but
I'll
pile
drive
you
anyway
And
I
hoped
and
I
prayed
I
kept
on
thinking
it'd
all
change
one
day
It'd
been
a
great
gun
fight
You
drew
blood,
I
set
myself
on
fire
But
you've
had
your
time
Oh,
you've
had
your
time,
mm
Who
you
talking
to?
What
your
daddy
do?
Oh,
your
poor
boo-boo,
he's
a
lizard
too
Hit
the
mini-mart,
buy
the
bitter
truth
Get
a
few
ball
gags,
they're
on
three-for-two
Buy
a
better
mood,
buy
a
point
of
view
Yours
went
off
in
June
1992
Get
some
attitude,
get
some
nuance,
too
Get
me
solitude
and
a
good
excuse
when
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut,
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much?
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
Wonderful
nothing
I
just
want
something
wrong
I
want
indulgence
I
just
want
to
make
it
out
alive
Wonderful
nothing
I
want
you
to
bury
me
alive
Put
me
in
a
dungeon
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
I
come
back
in
with
a
one-two
Sucker
punch
in
the
gut,
here's
a
tissue
Truth
hurts
when
it
points
right
at
you
Sit
down
now
for
some
ground
rules,
thank
you
Don't
talk,
that's
it,
just
one
Do
you
think
you
can
handle
that
much?
I've
just
come
back
to
life
I'm
here,
I'm
your
little
ray
of
sunshine
You
got
big
ideas,
they're
as
shit
as
you
Trying
to
self-combust
just
for
an
excuse
Say,
"I
might
throw
up,"
just
to
leave
the
room
I'd
say,
"Burn
in
Hell,"
but
they'd
hate
you
too
In
my
mind,
I'm
annotating
you
What
is
that
you're
wearing?
Oh,
it's
too
much
booze
Did
your
mom
tell
you,
"Close
it,"
when
you
chew?
Now,
scuttle
home,
go
and
lick
your
wounds
I'm
a
fly
inside
of
your
facial
goop
I'm
a
little
hair
sat
inside
your
soup
There's
the
rub,
maybe
I'm
the
fool
I'm
trying
to
stop,
but
I
still
love
you
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