Lyrics:

Slap on the wrist 
She stands on her toes
Minimal gain 
Terrible loss
I wish we went out…
She says that she’s swarmed
A Guiness world record 
And an Oscar award

I got too excited 
Recognized the song that they played 
She carries me west, I’m feeling depressed

My dear, you’ve got me of a the rack 
Sad teenage rebel starter pack
I take your hand inside my hand
Cringe train, fuck yeah, full steam ahead!

Your head on my shoulders 
Smells like vodka and energy drinks 
Love is cutting the ground from under my feet

LOVE IS CUTTING THE GROUND FROM UNDER MY FEET

Love Song #2

A whole lotta teaching in a crowded classroom 
Though none of the learning happens 
Overwhelming minds of future instagram models
And occasional soundcloud rappers

Well I’m no snowflake -
I’m just like everyone else
Average grades, average test scores
Even on a Rorschach's test

But I got so carried away
When i saw myself through her eyes
She twists her finger at the temple
As i put my hand on her thigh

She dwells on decisions that she made in the past 
While I sip my morning tea
Goes on regular business meetings 
With men more handsome than me

Well I’m no angel 
Yeah, everyone’s prone to vice
Adulterous thoughts, violent outbursts -
Gotta let it out sometimes 

But I get so carried away 
Whenever i see that she cries
I promise to do all the things I don’t do
Each time there’s a tear in her eye

I got really sick so I called her and said
“My love, I’m not feeling alright “
She said “Build a dancefloor on top of your grave
in case I might want to drop by”

Dancefloor

He gets off on climbing mountains and rocks
Hey man - whatever floats your boat
Worries about a work related test
Hey man - i’m sure you’ll do your best

It pains me to see the state in which you’re in
Things you should’ve grown thicker got extremely thin

You can show me that car that you bought 
If you really think it’s pretty 
And you can put on that song that you like 
Even if it’s really specific

You’ve done a good job of keeping your conscience clean
Too much goes and not enough is going in

Can’t seem to find the connection we had in the past
Says my new record sounds a lot like the last
Well, your three kids is the only thing you talk about 
Come join me i’ll show you the art of pulling out

Shouldn't have said that
It wasn’t nice

I am done
Mediocrity, here I come
I’ll trade all my childhood dreams
For a good night sleep

Shiiiiiit creek without a paddle 
I’m so tired I deserve a medal

I am done
Done being kind 
Good intentions can pave my ass
Tried to help a lady up the stairs -
Got pepper sprayed and karate kicked in the nose

I have had enough 
Can’t get in touch with my true love
She doesn’t return my calls
I don’t return the money that I owe her

My new year’s resolutions,
My friend’s sardonic laugh

The coffee shop owner says they’re done for the day
Well I’ve been feeling done for a month

I am done
No more family dinners -
Too hard too shake them off
My parents marriage was largely inspired 
By Molotov & Ribbentrop

(I am doooooone)

Shit creek without a paddle 
I’m so tired i deserve a medal
My new year’s resolutions
My friend’s sardonic laugh
No more fucking family dinners 
I have had enough

I Am Done

Hey, hey, hey!
We’ve got all the cards!
But they, they, they…
Play better than us :(

I see your fortune clearly, from miles away
One bedroom apartment and wrinkles filled with cocaine

Don’t waste your money on me
Don’t make it something it’s not
You are bitter and lazy - 
I think it’s HOT!

I know you connected the dots
But I am less than the sum of my parts
She got dressed inside of my car
I felt stressed and taken apart

Don’t waste your money on me
Don’t make it something it’s not
She kisses my forehead and drives away
And I am ready for the pain

I
am
ready
for 
the 
pain

Wrinkles

Social media outlets fight for my attention 
But I’m just an extension of the clothes I’m putting on
Things you write online are always controversial 
I’d like to leave a comment, but I’m scared to get it wrong

When my actions didn’t lead to outcome I desired
I took a trip to Holland and tripped on LSD
And all that I have learned 
And all that I have seen
Made no difference to me

Digital commercials fight for my attention 
While I scroll through the pictures of the parties that I missed
Robin Williams spins in his grave 
Counting through the days I haven’t seized

Wind was blowing in my face from every direction 
I moved to New York City and got hooked on ketamine 
And all that I have learned 
And all the I have seen

(Made no difference to me)

I was sitting in your bedroom 
You were staring down at me
You don’t think too much about me
It doesn’t make no difference to me

(Cheerful/sad whistling)

My head was spinning from the things that I have seen
I’ve heard thе music that was playing in between 
Weird lady in the bar
Tries to touch my leg
She wishes I would talk a little more
I wish that I was dead

“I wish that you would simply let me go about my business” 
I try not get mad about the things you said last Christmas

Weird lady from the bar
Tries to steal my hat
She asks me where I’m from, but I still 
Wonder where you at

And when I finally came home
I poured a glass of wine
Should I have bought a bit more coke?
And do I need to be alive?
I got so drunk I couldn’t even spell my name
But hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game!

Weird lady from the bar 
Treats my body right 
Good morning, Dr. Jekyll
Evening, Mr. Hide

(Nikita being anxious about the recording)

And when I’ve finally straightened out
I’ve called my mother but she 
Can’t be bothered with my shit -
She knows i always quit

And then she says:
“You thought that it was gone, but it’s already back
A bullet in your skull, a rope around your neck.
Old head, young shoulders. 
Same thoughts over and over”

“Minor setbacks, major comebacks” - that’s what you used to say!
“Major comebacks, minor setbacks” - girl, you raised me that way!

“You thought that it was gone, but it's already back!
An arrow in your throat, a knife inside your back
Sad head on horny shoulders
Takes you up and throws you over
Tighten up the screws inside your head!”

Ooooh

Good Trip

The breadcrumbs on my sheets 
Will lead the way for Hansel and Gretel
The sun shines through my window 
I wish this glass was made out of metal

The ghost of my dog jumps in my bed
He’s wagging his tail, i’m petting his head
It’s been 4 days but Jesus is still on the cross
Rosa Parks sits in the back of the bus

Keep refilling my drink keep telling me lies
Once i get sober this exclusive offer expires

Tears of conviction, he likes to be abused
I grow emphatic as I grow confused

The ghost of my dad crosses his arms 
We both got drunk after a fight with my mom
“Get your shit together, son
Stop acting like a little bitch”
Something i have never learned
Subject he had often teached

Ghosts

Slap on the wrist 
She stands on her toes
Minimal gain 
Terrible loss
I wish we went out…
She says that she’s swarmed
A Guiness world record 
And an Oscar award

I got too excited 
Recognized the song that they played 
She carries me west, I’m feeling depressed

My dear, you’ve got me of a the rack 
Sad teenage rebel starter pack
I take your hand inside my hand
Cringe train, fuck yeah, full steam ahead!

Your head on my shoulders 
Smells like vodka and energy drinks 
Love is cutting the ground from under my feet

LOVE IS CUTTING THE GROUND FROM UNDER MY FEET

Indie quartet from all over the place (originally from Moscow, Russia), singing songs about being sad and horny.

Love Song #2

Sad&Horny

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