Walking Disasters
- The Wombats (2011)You are listening to the song Walking Disasters by The Wombats, writer by Rich Costey;Eric Valentine;Butch Walker;Jacknife Lee;The Wombats in album This Modern Glitch. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
She used to get her kicks from a four to the floor
But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded
The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue, but I can tell you what I'd do.
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words don't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters.
[Chorus:]
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters.
[Verse 2:]
She only finds her love in a downtown score
Consumption makes her stronger, you're the sweetest anaconda
The kind of lack of respect that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue, but when you've lost all that you have left to lose.
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip.
[Bridge:]
As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill
And what we'll never want, we'll always need
Right now we need some pop psychology to keep us upbeat.
[Pre-Chorus:]
So tell your mother that you love her dearly
And tell your father your won't lock him out again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters.
[Chorus:]
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters.
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