Artist: The Charlatans
Song: page one
Physically I resemble a vulture -
Too close to meaning
When the world is telling me -
Don't go
And I can't even sell myself.
The moods of a foreigner
And the beating(s) of a train conductor
Physically I resemble a dog -
No bones for this one
When the butcher is out for me -
Don't go.
And I can't even save myself
And you're brutality is obvious to me,
Please chorus inside of me
I am going to break up every part of her,
Not here inside me.
I want to break up every (break up every part of her) not here
Physically, you resemble a swan.
Your femininity or girlish appeal,
I don't know?
And she can't even save herself.
You were going nowhere now you're way down here with me.
Please chorus when the one has been overthrown,
The way you look at me from an open fire.
I could have died
Although I am alright now you're twisted,
Determined and begging for peace chorus (x2)
