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I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities
K Q E D
It's a tune that equals you
I feel
Hallelujah
I fail
Bulemia
I'm frail
Hallelujah
I fell
salting the back of a snail
And this is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping or failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in
And, and you fit in
K Q E E E E E E D
It's a tune that equals you
I feel
Hallelujah
I fail
Bulemia
I'm frail
Hallelujah
I fell
salting the back of a snail
And am I worshiping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping or failing
My Turkish prison is knowing I fit in
And, and I fit in
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
It's cool be cool, girl
Sailor, sailor
Sailor, sailor
Sailor scent
Sailor, sailor
Scent sailor
Sailor, sailor
Scent
And worship, tribute
Crumbling, ripping, and failing
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in
And, and you fit in
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
It's cool be cool, girl
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor, sailor
With pop sensibilities
K Q E D
It's a tune that equals you
I feel
Hallelujah
I fail
Bulemia
I'm frail
Hallelujah
I fell
salting the back of a snail
And this is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping or failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in
And, and you fit in
K Q E E E E E E D
It's a tune that equals you
I feel
Hallelujah
I fail
Bulemia
I'm frail
Hallelujah
I fell
salting the back of a snail
And am I worshiping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping or failing
My Turkish prison is knowing I fit in
And, and I fit in
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
It's cool be cool, girl
Sailor, sailor
Sailor, sailor
Sailor scent
Sailor, sailor
Scent sailor
Sailor, sailor
Scent
And worship, tribute
Crumbling, ripping, and failing
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in
And, and you fit in
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl
Feeding time an old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah, yeah
Que sera? Erotic hurrah
It's cool be cool, girl
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor scent
Sailor, sailor
Lyrics submitted by penguinbobus, edited by theitalianrob
Track duration: 08:17
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An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue.
It's cool.
Be cool, girl.
^ favorite partttt
I always thought it was generally about feeling weak and as if you're not special.
glassjaw is amazing.
all that stuff about fitting in etc, is about Straight-Edge and how daryl pretty much did it all in vain.
it IS what its about. theres no question.
"The song "Two Tabs Of Mescaline" by glassJAw is about Daryl Palumbo's loss of faith in Ray and how his "selling out" caused Daryl to cease being Straight Edge."
Granted, I can't really understand what the lyrics have to do with Palumbo's idol selling out, but that IS what this song was written about.