You Do Mutilate? Lyrics - False Priest - Of Montreal

Oh, you can mutilate 

We're gonna celebrate 

Our emotional poverty 

Give the answers all away 

I painted my suitcase red for the reading 

Which only ended in conversation break 

All I want, genetic telephonic pills 

Until the Spanish kids got so ill 

I was home schooled with a knife in my shoe 

Never seen corpses act so cruel 

The self brutality was, oh, so angular 

I made him a potion in a newspaper column 

Smile, gimme a shrug, said I was a fuck up 

Now I see your face selling Chinese urine 

She came over the fence 

With an argument in her head, no empathy 

Escape strategy, I understood her 

We were trying to share a genuine human moment 

Just like the way they do in movies 

I'm in a war with this suicidal depression 

It's not the star I'm trying to call 

I've been standing on this strand far too long y'all 

Go ahead, go ahead 

Somebody that will slap away your blindness? 

Whatcha want? 

Somebody who'll corrupt your heart with too much kindness? 

Salute your Busta Rhymness 

She met a black man in Chicago 

My superwoman licked it 

I don't need any of that shit 

I need something that works, motherfucker 

I wonder were you flattered 

I tried to get you drunk 

I know you're collecting disciples 

I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk 

Someday, someday 

There are skyscrapers for you, Jane 

Never use your given name 

I wanna snatch you up for a sequel 

Make you feel like godless people 

Always knew you were special 

Your best friend told me he saw you crying 

Everybody wants to crescendo 

Take home a memento 

We tried to isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y 

I still was the family secret 

Or a symptom of some wilderness hate 

Ceremony custodian 

For experimental post human relationships 

In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y 

Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain 

Not allowed to expose the pain 

I still was the family secret 

Or a symptom of some wilderness hate 

Ceremony custodian 

For experimental post human relationships 

In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y 

Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain 

Not allowed to expose the pain 

All the white people from my neighborhood are dead 

All the black people have turned pink for the winter 

Everybody's searching for a cause 

A reason to blow themselves up 

Could be anything 

When will certain people realize 

An afterlife is nothing to live for 

Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for 

If those in this life are not sacred 

Then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either 

If you think God is more important than your neighbor 

You're capable of terrible evil 

If you think some prophet's words are more important 

Than your brother and your sister 

You're ill and you're wrong, you're wrong 

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