Of Montreal - Women's Studies Victims lyrics

rate me

They had painted her face

Like a man's mistake (Had committed a mistake)

Like a man's mistake

Gangbanging a sad return to the eel shaped mirror

I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and opens its eyes

To the ladies of the spread

She took me home and spit in my drink

She spoke of Germaine Greer and Freiden, I dunno what to think

I took a standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink

She draped me in a stole (what kind?) I think Malaysian mink

And through me out into the snow, I waited for the bus

Oh come some values for the screaming, "Are you one of us?"

I said, "Of course, man. Can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?"

(What does that mean?)

No clue

It must be elicit, pentagram

(What are you talking about?)

No clue

I checked my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino

Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know

This life is not a prison, we are always free to go

At anytime

Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars

My cuz had the rod's Chinese stars

I'm trying to interface

You met me at such a dismal point on the ark

But I think I understand what you were saying

About the smiles of the skulls

The spastic face was the last one, our luck was white

I read it with my head open or only slightly cracked

Somebody else will have to close it when I'm done

And make the most out of the visuals

While walking through the woods

I noticed someone had built a house

For no one in particular

(They wanna destroy us)

(I know)

(It's time to penetrate their fantasy)