Fugitive Air
Yeah
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 don't a dare
The lady from the block hunched over on the stool
With her withered old titty out
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 flutes
Yeah I will
Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
Pathetic
Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde
Has anyboby 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
They remove the oils from the eyes of street cats
Through some shitty witchcraft
And apply to 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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La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Ooh ah ah
Ooh ah ah
Ooh ah ah
Ooh ah ah
Ooh ah ah
Ooh ohhh
Fugitive AirLRC歌词
[00:18.55]Yeah
[00:18.79]
[00:19.40]I do wrong strictly speaking just for myself
[00:26.26]Because it makes me feel like a real man
[00:30.03]To hold germane over my business
[00:33.74]And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay
[00:42.35]Besides
[00:43.01]I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me
[00:47.88]
[00:48.85]Like they don't a dare
[00:52.45]
[00:53.56]The lady from the block hunched over on the stool
[00:57.15]With her withered old titty out
[01:00.27]Saying I've been rolled so many times
[01:04.56]It's just feeding the pigeons
[01:07.29]
[01:09.28]Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg
[01:12.27]While his mother's playing two little wooden flutes
[01:15.45]Yeah I will
[01:16.17]Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
[01:23.38]Pathetic
[01:24.29]
[01:26.08]Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde
[01:29.96]Has anyboby seen where he's gone
[01:32.54]
[01:33.31]What he thinks I owe him is his former life but
[01:37.11]How can I unmake someone else's mistakes
[01:40.60]
[01:42.26]I guess I was his antihero the bitter word on his lips
[01:49.71]I hope I never feel a terror like when you discovered
[01:56.19]Your autonomy had flipped
[01:59.87]
[02:01.39]I feel like I possess only the bright aspect
[02:06.80]
[02:07.80]Of his ability but none of the good ones
[02:13.93]
[02:17.08]I'm a walking mausoleum the scent of rotting flesh
[02:22.90]
[02:23.70]Mother always loved you best
[02:27.04]Liked your teeth upon her breast
[02:30.32]
[02:32.77]They remove the oils from the eyes of street cats
[02:37.94]
[02:38.85]Through some shitty witchcraft
[02:41.73]
[02:42.61]And apply to their brows and genitalia
[02:47.46]
[02:48.50]I had no idea how deeply I wounded you
[02:53.77]
[02:54.60]But I don't need no forgiveness
[02:57.48]
[02:58.30]And no level of contrition will ever do
[03:02.66]
[03:03.81]La la la
[03:05.96]
[03:06.75]La la la la la la
[03:09.50]
[03:10.78]La la la la la la
[03:13.39]
[03:14.52]La la la la la la la
[03:17.15]
[03:19.48]La la la
[03:21.27]
[03:22.35]La la la la la la
[03:25.25]
[03:26.18]La la la la la la
[03:29.06]
[03:29.90]La la la la la la la
[03:32.52]
[03:35.36]Ooh ah ah
[03:37.87]
[03:39.11]Ooh ah ah
[03:41.74]
[03:42.76]Ooh ah ah
[03:45.60]
[03:46.67]Ooh ah ah
[03:49.45]
[03:50.73]Ooh ah ah
[03:52.87]
[03:54.76]Ooh ohhh
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