Campesinos!, Los - Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats lyrics

rate me

One! Two! Three! Four!

One! Two! Three! Four!

One! Two! Three! Four!

Any more tears for the birthing pool?

Bear this child directly into misery

Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue

But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers

Singing I see songs in shapes and colours

Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens

Fluid lines that soar like towers

Patterns reformed just like child actors

Plunge your hand, rip out my spine

Replace it with a UV light

So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected

These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats

Looping round and round to me

You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be

So stick with your instincts

Stick with the imprints

With the hieroglyphics that the fan club sent us

And roll with the toppers

Just like steady choppers

Bat it with your eyelids

And lose it with your static

Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - honeeeeey!

I'm taking far too many chances

On these less than idealistic romances

Plunge your hand, rip out my spine

Replace it with a UV light

So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected

These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats

Looping round and round to me

You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be.