Sunset Rubdown - Stadiums And Shrines lyrics

Can I lift my dress up for you? Can I lift it in the nighttime? White undersides of my thighs look much better in the dying light There's a kid in there and he's big, and dumb and he's kinda scared, and he's Well, he's too old to be there He's just looking for a ride I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles Of stadiums and shrines You see something to cheer about I'll tell you that it's mine And I'm sorry that your mother died That one wasn't my fault I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days I still find reasons to pout Ooooooooooooh, oh, hold all your knives away from my eyes