The Strokes

Psycho Shit

The Strokes

Reality Awaits


Like a bird of prey that you like
Only from a safe distance away
My talons shine in the sun
Like poisoned wine, your eyes are mine
Past the hall of judging dead, into the bed of nightly dread
We learned to harvest bombs from lead
We learn to die to learn to live
You run along 'cause I was born, never scared
But I don't yet count the days to your doom
Get to your room, wounded child with no shame

What have I done? We're the same
Like a doll yesterday, I was all that you loved
I don't care who turns blue, just as long as it's not you
Fuck me now under the moon, sunken ship
Nothing in it (I won't make this quick)

The immortal, beloved one, words design me, women find me
Only my beloved songs will define me
Can you be more than what you say?
A neon sign above your bed
You're feeling good, frozen in time
But ignorance is no surprise this time

You kill your prey from your nest
From behind a desk, psycho shit
You have no honor or no balls

We're all dead, what's your prize?
What's your prize? What's your prize?
To harass, just to be a pet
To be kept around keeps you so proud
A teacher's pet, the way of death
We're all dead, what's your prize?
What's your prize, what's your prize?
To harass, just to be a pet
Be kept around, it keeps you so proud
A teacher's pet, the way of death

Lower me down, for all to kick
I close my eyes, starting now
Forever on in joyful times, starting now, from now on
Compositor: The Strokes

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