โหลดเพลง mp3 Fugitive Air (Live) - Of Montreal

Fugitive Air - Of Montreal
Yeah

I do wrong strictly speaking just for myself
Because it makes me feel like a real man
To hold germane over my business
And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay
Besides
I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me

Like they don't a dare

The lady from the block hunched over on the stool
With her withered old titty out
Saying I've been rolled so many times
It's just feeding the pigeons

Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg
While his mother's playing two little wooden flutes
Yeah I will
Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
Pathetic

Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde
Has anyboby seen where he's gone

What he thinks I owe him is his former life but
How can I unmake someone else's mistakes

I guess I was his antihero the bitter word on his lips
I hope I never feel a terror like when you discovered
Your autonomy had flipped

I feel like I possess only the bright aspect

Of his ability but none of the good ones

I'm a walking mausoleum the scent of rotting flesh

Mother always loved you best
Liked your teeth upon her breast

They remove the oils from the eyes of street cats

Through some shitty witchcraft

And apply to their brows and genitalia

I had no idea how deeply I wounded you

But I don't need no forgiveness

And no level of contrition will ever do

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