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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future of the Left
Future of the Left
Performer
Andrew Falkous
Andrew Falkous
Vocals
Kelson Mathias
Kelson Mathias
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Falkous
Andrew Falkous
Songwriter
Jack Egglestone
Jack Egglestone
Composer
Kelson Mathias
Kelson Mathias
Composer

Letra

Goddamn it's gonna rain. I only brought my socks. The night might hide my shame, But shame won't dry my balls. The spell that brought me here Dissipated when the weather turned. Yeah, sure, Satan rules but That doesn't mean I can't be practical. What kind of orgy leaves A sense of deeper love? What kind of orgy leaves A sense of deeper love? You need Satan more than he needs you. You need Satan more than he needs you. Goddamn it, what's the time? The babysitter needs a lift by nine. What's with that fucking kid? Now who will wash my crucifix? My girlfriend brought me here. I've got to get her on the telephone. Clean up, fetch the goat. If he's sober he can travel in the boot. What kind of orgy leaves A sense of deeper love? What kind of orgy leaves A sense of deeper love? You need Satan more than he needs you. You need Satan more than he needs you. It doesn't look like a man, It doesn't talk like a man, But does it fuck like a man? Does it, does it fuck like a man? It doesn't smell like a man, It doesn't taste like a man, But does it fuck like a man? Does it, does it fuck like a man? It doesn't look like a man, It doesn't talk like a man, But does it fuck like a man? But does it fuck like a man? It doesn't smell like a man, It doesn't taste like a man, But does it fuck like a man? But does it fuck like a man?
Writer(s): Jack Egglestone, Andrew Falkous, Kelson Mathias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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