That’s All Folks Songtext
von Catatonia
That’s All Folks Songtext
Ooh, baby blue
Is it true it′s not you that they came for?
I'm a free, radical libertine
Jimmy Dean, eat your heart out
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
Ooh, baby blue
The lies ring true, I feel winter′s breath in my bones
But I'm a loose cannon whore
Knows the score, shown the door before the night's out
At least you wear your bruises well
At least you have some tales, something about you
But, ooh, baby blue
Time plays tricks, you always knew the wise feign injury
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
I could do without lectures
So Heaven protect us
From these bad vibes you′re giving
I could talk with my agent
But James Bond, well, he ain′t
Oh, these bad vibes you're giving
I could talk with my label
But I am not able
Oh, these bad vibes you′re giving
This could do with a remix
But don't break what′s not fixed
Oh, these bad vibes you're giving
That′s all, folks
That's all, folks
That's all, folks
Fuck all, folks
That′s all, folks
Fuck all, folks
That′s all, folks
Two hundred and seventy-five hundred pounds of nothing
Is it true it′s not you that they came for?
I'm a free, radical libertine
Jimmy Dean, eat your heart out
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
Ooh, baby blue
The lies ring true, I feel winter′s breath in my bones
But I'm a loose cannon whore
Knows the score, shown the door before the night's out
At least you wear your bruises well
At least you have some tales, something about you
But, ooh, baby blue
Time plays tricks, you always knew the wise feign injury
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
Did no one warn us, no one want us?
They did not warm to us
I could do without lectures
So Heaven protect us
From these bad vibes you′re giving
I could talk with my agent
But James Bond, well, he ain′t
Oh, these bad vibes you're giving
I could talk with my label
But I am not able
Oh, these bad vibes you′re giving
This could do with a remix
But don't break what′s not fixed
Oh, these bad vibes you're giving
That′s all, folks
That's all, folks
That's all, folks
Fuck all, folks
That′s all, folks
Fuck all, folks
That′s all, folks
Two hundred and seventy-five hundred pounds of nothing
Writer(s): Cerys Matthews, Mark Roberts, Paul Jones, Owen Powell, Albert Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com