Fugitive Air Lyrics - Lousy With Sylvianbriar - Of Montreal

I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself 

Because it makes me feel like a real man 

To hold germane over my business 

And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay 

Besides, I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me 

Like they're wont to dare 

The lady from the plaque hunched over on the stool 

Saying I've been rolled so many times 

It's just feeding the pigeons 

Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg 

While his mother's playing two little wooden flute 

Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries 

Pathetic! 

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Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde? 

Has anyone seen where he's gone? 

What he thinks I owe him is his former life but 

How can I unmake someone else's mistakes? 

I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his lips 

I hope I never feel a terror like when you discovered your autonomy had flipped 

I feel like I possess only the bright aspect of his ability but none of the good ones 

I'm a walking mausoleum, the scent of rotting flesh 

Mother always loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast 

The smithy remove the oils from the eyes of street cats 

Through some shitty witchcraft, and rubs their brows and genitalia 

I had no idea how deeply I wounded you 

But I don't need no forgiveness and no level of contrition will ever do 

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