Of Montreal - Fugitive Air lyrics

rate me

I do wrong strictly speaking just for myself

Because it makes me feel like a real man

To hold the germane over my business

And I, I refuse to be abused by the millions of whisper decay

And I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me

Like they don’t to care

The lady from the plaque caught over the stool on the way that my tidy get out

Saying I've been rolled so many times

It's just feeding the pigeons

Now her grandson get a little rabbit by the leg

While his mother's playing to little flute

Both are some fugitive air to escape the streets wiggeries

Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde?

But has anybody seen where she's gone?

What he thinks I own 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 discover your autonomy had flipped

I feel like I possess only the bright aspect of his ability but none with good ones

I'm a walking mausoleums in center like to flesh

Mother always loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast

The smithy remove the oils from the eyes of street cats

Through some shitty witchcraft and rubs their brows and genitalia

I had no idea how deeply I wanted you

But I don't need no forgiveness and no level of contrition will ever do