Campesinos!, Los - Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown No.1 lyrics

rate me

I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death,

left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest.

My life was saved by a packet of

nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend.

A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns,

they said "that boy is too lazy" you were clearly forewarned.

A jealous ex silenced the room, he said that you were a whore;

"do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?".

She imagined everything I said in falsetto;

the only way to justify my childish despair.

I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box,

(graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor)

played reckless, rapid like a fruit machine.

I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover,

you see melodrama move from one sentence to the other.

Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones.