LYRICS:
Forgive me, I am of a dying kind
Condemned to be correct all of the time
The truth? (Who's that?) No, I don't know her name
And I wouldn't even if she came and spat in my face

When the facts are right, the feeling is wrong
So why not spin lies all day long?
Abandon hope all ye who seek
The two-pronged head of verity

I don't have any time for thought
Or anything that can't be bought
I'm a slouch in search of some disaster
I would sell my soul for a (stale) cream cracker

I've been in a constant state (since 2005)
Of walking into rooms and forgetting why
I went there, what I left behind
(As if it were something I could find)
I only know what I am not:
A saint, a saviour or a dog

I went to a party the other night
With the sole intention of telling lies
Fifteen seconds, I found my guy
Opening a window to let out a fly

While the boys in the back were smoking weed
Out of a punctured can of Orchard Thieves
I told him of my crippled brother,
Missing dog and brain dead mother

You should've seen the face he made
Like a portait by Jack Butler Yeats
He keeled over like a hunchback/He keeled over on the tarmac
And had a panic attack

I've been in a constant state (since 2005)
Of walking into rooms and forgetting why
I went there, what I left behind
(As if it were something I could find)
I only know what I am not:
A saint, a saviour or a dog

My mother said the she would seal my lips
With superglue when I was a kid
It's a travesty she never did
I was far too busy talking shit
For her to grab my mouth and plunge
A staple through my milky gums

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Thomas Gonne

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