The Wombats - Walking Disasters lyrics

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded The kinda shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue but I can tell you what I do I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters She only finds her love in a downtown store. Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest anaconda The kinda lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue When you've lost all you have left to loose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology To keep us upbeat So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell you're father you wont lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters