Black Country, New Road

Sunglasses
Welcome to the best new six-part Danish crime drama She steams herself in marble rooms, courtesy of Big Pharma I lose myself in the light of the TV, courtesy of her father She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder Mother is juicing watermelons on the breakfast island And with frail hands she grips the NutriBullet And the bite of its blades reminds me of a future That I am in no way part of And in a wall of photographs In the downstairs second living room's TV area I become her father And complain of mediocre theatre in the daytime And ice in single malt whiskey at night Of rising skirt hems, lowering IQs And things just aren't built like they used to be The absolute pinnacle of British engineering And I am so ignorant now, with all that I have learnt Oh, baby, can you hear me? So ignorant now, with all that I've learnt Oh, baby, can you hear me? Oh, touch me, so ignorant now With all that I've learnt Oh, baby can you hear me? Just touch me Oh! Oh, Just touch me SongtexteIt's just like I've always wanted Just fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac Buy me dinner, meet my parents And fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac Touch me, oh, touched I am invincible in these sunglasses I am the Fonz, I am the Jack of Hearts I am looking at you and you cannot tell I am more than the sum of my parts I am looking at you with my best eyes And I wish you could tell I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell I am locked away in a high-tech, wraparound Translucent, blue-tinted fortress And you cannot fucking touch me I am invincible in these sunglasses Cars are going "beep, beep, beep" And there are so many roadmen on this street And you cannot tell that I am scared I am invincible in these sunglasses I'm modern Scott Walker I'm a surprisingly smooth talker And I am invincible in these sunglasses And I am so ignorant now, with all that I've learnt Oh, baby, can you hear me, baby? So ignorant now, with all that I've learnt Oh, baby Oh, touch me I'm more than adequate Leave Kanye out of this Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet And fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac I'm more than adequate Leave my daddy's job out of this Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet And fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac I'm more than adequate Leave Kanye out of this Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet And fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac I'm more than adequate Leave my daddy's job out of this Leave your Sertraline in the cabinet And fuck me like you mean it this time, Isaac She sells chemtrails To the students at Bedales I try to free myself From the grip Of Shellac nails Oh, she sells chemtrails To the students at Bedales I try to free myself from the grip Of Shellac nails She sells chemtrails To the students at Bedales Aus Songtexte Mania