Woorden: Of Montreal. False Priest. Godly Intersex.

Everybody go

Too high, too fast, gonna break our necks
Everything about you screamed of godly intersex
Nothing offered per dash, no human tracks
The new forms were germinating, I saw your R-E-O wax

We danced for victory, we danced for Mile's misery
We danced for miscarriages, we danced in Robert's room

You, everybody's stoned about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Everybody's thrown about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Everybody's thrown about you

I was running from home to school
With the hope trying to keep my parents together
Add to their chaos, there was such pressure to score high
So I had to drop it as if I stood a chance after my uncle's suicide

Everybody looking at me to succeed him as the family's golden myth
While all my identity mutations were being dozed by books
And all the drugs I took to prove I was brave but I was so afraid
Of the death without pleasure, you are my greatest treasure

Yeah, I had an idea of pleasure
Until you excused me from your archetype

You, everybody's stoned about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Everybody's stoned about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Yeah, everybody's thrown about you
Everybody's thrown about you