Tip of a Match Songtext
von Ezra Furman

I like those sounds
Turn the lights off

I saw a billboard
Advertising God
I climbed the ladder
I saw the ways that the city was fraud
I found it odd
I sold my body so my brain could eat
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not


Apocalypse was
Supposed to happen before they saw
We′re all grown up now
I think that time's gone on too long
The tide is strong
There′s nothing wrong with me swept out to sea
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not (not)

If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
Then strike yourself on something

Ah
Oh
Oh, oh
Ah, oh