Lo-Fi Paroles

Papa dolls, am I hanging from the ceiling

Take your gun and oh pull the trigger

Yeah you know that I've never been bigger

Bigger than you, bigger than me

Go choke yourself on your own jewellery



We're trying to find a rule or frame

Lost the job do you step in line

Care to find the apple's shame

Cause you've had one
This is my way, what is my way, in my mind



But when I think about it

All the noise and it all comes around me

And the people that surround me

Laugh like jokers they all mess around me

Run away and all in the gutter

Real like butter, science to discover

If I mean it, see that you do

All the things that I ever want to do



I'm tired of finding a rule or frame

Lost the job do you step in line

Caretaker finds the apple's shame

Put your breath on



This is my way, what is my way, in my mind

This is my way, what is my way, in my, my



Trying to find a rule or frame

Lost the job do you step in line

Caretaker finds the apple's shame

Put your breath on



This is my way, what is my way, in my mind

This is my way, what is my way, in my, my