Of Montreal - You Do Mutilate lyrics
[Intro] Uh uh uh uh UHH You do mutilate We're going to celebrate our emotional poverty Give the answers all away [Verse 1] I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended in conversation rape All they want, genetic telephonic pills Until the Spanish kids got so ill I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe [Verse 2] Never seen corpses act so cruel The self brutality was oh so angular I made him a potion in a newspaper cup Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a f**-up Now I see your face selling Chinese urine [Verse 3] She came over the fence With an argument in her head, no empathy Escape strategy I understood her We were trying to share a genuine human moment Just like the way they do in movies [Verse 4] I've hit a wall with this suicidal depression It's not the star I'm trying to call I've been standing on the strand far too long y'all Go ahead, go ahead! [Bridge] What you want? somebody who will slap away your Blindness? What you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart With too much kindness? Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness [Refrain] I got a black fang in Chicago My superwoman licked I don't need a refill of this sh** I need something that works motherf**er! I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk Someday, someday They're all skyscrapers for you Jane Never use your given name I want to set you up for a sequel Make you feel like promised people I always knew you were special Your best friend told me he saw you crying Everybody wants to crescendo Take home a memento [Chorus?] We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY Yet I still was their family secret A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually Now I know I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain I still was their family secret A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually Now I know i'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain [Outro] All the white people from my neighborhood are dead All the black people have turned pink for the winter Everybody's searching for a cause A reason to blow themselves up Could be anything When will certain people realize, an afterlife Is nothing to live for, nothing to die for, nothing to fight for If those in this life are not sacred, then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either If you think God is more important than your neighbor, you're capable of terrible evil If you think some prophet's words are more important than your brother and your sister, you're ill, and you're wrong You're wrong