Something Is Not Write With Meat Songtext
von Cold War Kids
Something Is Not Write With Meat Songtext
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Trying not to let it show
I tried to call you collect
You said you would not accept
Your friends are laughing
′Cause nobody uses pay phones
Gave me quarters to select
Song on the the jukebox that gets
People dancing
Should have never chose "Girlfriend"
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I'm trying not to let it show
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
You said you like old cars
I bought a beat up brown Dodge
It was smoking black
And died in your frontyard
You follow whose dating who
But, but when it comes to you
One is pulled a dozen
Different ways in the mind
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I′m trying not to let it show
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Trying not to let it show
I tried to call you collect
You said you would not accept
Your friends are laughing
′Cause nobody uses pay phones
Gave me quarters to select
Song on the the jukebox that gets
People dancing
Should have never chose "Girlfriend"
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I'm trying not to let it show
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping
Late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
You said you like old cars
I bought a beat up brown Dodge
It was smoking black
And died in your frontyard
You follow whose dating who
But, but when it comes to you
One is pulled a dozen
Different ways in the mind
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I′m trying not to let it show
Writer(s): Nathan Andrew Willett, Matthew Cole Aveiro, Matthew Scott Maust, Jonathan Bo Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com