Of Montreal

Godly Intersex
Everybody goToo high, too fast, going to break our necksEverything about you screamed of godly intersexNothing offered per dash, no human tracksThe new forms were germinating, I saw your REO waxWe danced for victoryWe danced for Mile's miseryWe danced for miscarriagesWe danced in Robert's roomYou, everybody's stoned about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youEverybody's thrown about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youEverybody's thrown about youI was running from home to schoolWith the hope trying to keep my parents togetherHeir to their chaos, there was such pressure to score highSo I had to drop it as if I stood a chance after my uncle's suicideEverybody looking at me to succeed him as the family's golden mythWhile all my identity mutations were being dozed by booksSongtexteAnd all the drugs I took to prove I was brave but I was so afraidOf the death without pleasure, you are my greatest treasureYeah I had an idea of pleasure until you excused me from your archetypeYou, everybody's stoned about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youEverybody's stoned about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youYeah, everybody's thrown about youEverybody's thrown about you Aus Songtexte Mania