Here Come The Mummies - Peccadillo lyrics

rate me

White lies radar spies accumulating

I struggle to keep it on the down low

Present past disaster in the making

Like waking on the top of Kilimanjaro

She's a pressure cooker, she's gonna blow

It's nothing that I can't handle, though

Whispers on the pillow

My new peccadillo

Red lights, headlines, fueling my affliction

Well, I can stop anytime I want

Vice the spice of life, a gilded prison

Enveloped in my eternal haunt

Millions came before me, I'm not the only one

The spirits that implore me, got to get in on the fun

Whispers on the pillow

My new peccadillo

Whispers on the pillow

My new peccadillo

Scream into the pillow

My new peccadillo