โหลดเพลง mp3 Women's Studies Victims - Of Montreal

Women's Studies Victims - Of Montreal
They had painted her face like a man's mistake

Gangbanging the sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror

I'm the kind of mannequin that she'd send opens its eyes

To the ladies of the spread

She took me home and spit in my drink

She spoke of Germaine Greer and Friedan
I don't know what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen
Ass against the sink
She draped me in a stole
I think Malaysian mink

And threw me out into the snow
I waited for a bus
Here comes some ... screaming Are you one of us

I said Of course I am
can't you see I've got some tax reconstruction

(What does that mean) No clue

It must be illicit pentagram
(What are you talking about) No clue

I check my shutter speed my aperture my domino

Can't focus can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison we are always free to go

Anytime

Chinese stars Chinese stars Chinese stars

I'm trying to interface

You met me at such a dismal point on the arc

I think I understand what you were saying

About the smiles of the skulls

This spastic face was the last one
Our luck was white

I read it with my head open or only slightly cracked

Somebody else will have to close it when I'm done

And make the most out of the visuals

We're walking though the wood
I notice someone has built a house for no bird in particular

They want to destroy us

It's time to penetrate their fantasy