A room at dusk Mastering the art of lying still Breathe like a girl Till my lungs fill
Oh, pull your boots up boys And put me down I'm only here for your entertainment
I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands? Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back? Do you want me or do you want control? Failure to commit to the role, I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
Run till I fall How I wish the trees would swallow me Make me a forest, take away my soul I could never give the curse to her I, I could never live with the guilt of lying That people are kind
I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands? Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back? Do you want me or do you want control? Failure to commit to the role, I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all (I can't win them all)
I am a dark red liver (Ooh) Stretched out on the rocks (Oh-oh-ooh) All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love (Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh) Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well (Oh-oh-ooh) To nurture the wounds my mother held
Give me that dark red liquor Stretched out on the rocks All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held
Composição: Abigail Morris / Aurora Nishevci / Emily Roberts / Georgia Davies / Lizzie Mayland / Rhys Downing