Helena Bonham Carter Lyrics - The Nihilist - Liam Finn

Only setting your tongue 

You wanna get a bit high 

I got a foot in the saddle of a dead horse 

You won't get far 

I'm sick of playing you dumb 

I keep an eye on horizons 

We won't be burying books 

And we want dagos 

With hairy arms 

Our fever lives in the night 

(It could be anyone, it could be anyone) 

Is it embarrassing to make believe a 

(It could be any of the inferior) 

But if it's love then you'll know on the first sight 

Feeling down in the dumps? 

Go have a cigarette on your own 

I always wait in the dark 

We sleep in separate beds, like Helena Bonham Carter 

Johnny Depp was the junkie 

And poor Helena, she's the heroine 

We're always mocking her friends 

And we won't go out to the bloody end 

Our fever lives in the night 

(It could be anyone, it could be anyone) 

Is it embarrassing to make believe a 

(It could be any of the inferior) 

And if I'm lucky I'll deliver a satirical lie 

(Oh, you'll be lucky I don't know anyone in Hollywood) 

I'm not afraid of anyone, except Death 

(Liar!) 

[No idea about this bit, sadly. Damn high-pitched backup singers.] 

Our fever lives in the night 

(It could be anyone, it could be anyone) 

Is it embarrassing to make believe a 

(It could be any of the inferior) 

And if I'm lucky I'll deliver a satirical lie 

(Oh, you'll be lucky I don't know anyone in Hollywood) 

I'm not afraid of anyone, except Death 

(Liar!)