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2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Will Wood
Will Wood
Piano
Mario Conte
Mario Conte
Batterie
Matt Berger
Matt Berger
Saxophone alto
Mike Bottiglieri
Mike Bottiglieri
Guitare
Robert Schaefer
Robert Schaefer
Trompette
Seamus Ronan
Seamus Ronan
Saxophone baryton
Vater Boris
Vater Boris
Contrebasse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Will Wood
Will Wood
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jonathon Maisto
Jonathon Maisto
Ingénierie de mixage
Kevin Guillorn
Kevin Guillorn
Ingénieries complémentaires

Paroles

My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to I'm cut from a different kind of meat More than you can chew, hard to swallow me Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity how I Cannot commit to reality, when my third eye's open and I like what I see Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I'm free Now, to row, row, row my boat over the falls And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind I'm only passing through If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see You'd look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep But I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em Take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever And I'm getting better one forever at a time, and if Sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die Vice-versa vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things I do And if it rhymes, it's true - but I hate poetry Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down With no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no respect for reality I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind I'm only passing through I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind A tourist passing through! Well that was fun, goodbye!
Writer(s): Will Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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