Текст песни Modern Art Bewilders - of Montreal

Humans are flammable at misery Monday
As accent lick the fondant bell
My teenage heart stomps out for geek static
You don't say what you do not sing with your eyes
Which is fine by me

Laced laid heckler to black cell ballast
My fuck castle un-submarined (shh)
Self-wanted both her realms to be daft
You do not say that which you do not sing with your eyes
Which is fine by me, fine by me

My mind like a puck on the ice
When I'm being withholding, that's me trying to be nice
Trying to be nice

Trying to be nice

Falling in love with you all over again
Inveterate troublemaker
Falling in love with you all over again

(Beheading games) I don't need God, if I have you
What would I do with it?

Falling in love with you all over again
In the depths of your ignorance

As wolf-wife you do suffer
Hormone catheters stain your crown
Black Sabbath that's an easy upper
Ego in flames beheading games

Arctic brats breaking their glass hymens
Hear them shattering

I was looking in the dirty mirror, trying to be anyone
Less ugly when nobody's around
He asked me if my experience with suicide has always been sex positive
As the bartender kicked away the stool for reaching top shelf mescal
He told me that the head he gives is queer, he is straight
It's impossible to make it to the end without feeling cold
Though I'm just waiting on a friend

I'm just waiting