Morticiachair Lyrics - Singles - Deus

Now, let's talk about the time 

I had this morticiachair in my apartment 

Right there in front of the living room 

As an open invitation to strangers 

(A cold machine might show) 

Smiling like a face 

Waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline 

She is in a state and it's California 

She's been there for quite a while 

I've got no presents 

I've got no presents 

Drop the phone, take the plane 

And come back home again 

Drop the phone, take the plane 

And come back home again 

Drop the phone, take the plane 

And come back home again 

Drop the phone, take the plane 

And come back home again 

Drop the phone, take the plane 

And come back home again 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired 

Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade 

Oh nostalgia, lost myself in so many ways 

I didn't know what to think of him 

Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so 

Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears 

It's only a variation 

Had long and boring conversations about nothing 

Talked so much, I bored myself to death 

And the more I talk, the more I turn into a vegetable 

God, I'm such a fool 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

Taste of orange, orange 

Little Christ, I'm in her bath-tub, consulted 

Consulted, consulted, consulted 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

She knows where she rolls 

When she goes for the doorknob 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

I'll behave, won't you shame me? 

I'm into deep, won't you shame me? 

Information, information 

I'm bored, bored 

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