Entanglement Songtext
von Parenthetical Girls
Entanglement Songtext
Heel and toe
Dance inconsolably slow
You felt it now
You watched your hair fall out
Oh poor cow
Sweetheart, you are what you are
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
He came clean
And quick with penicillin
And promethazine
I guess she never mentioned it
Sit transfixed
Like cowering complacence proves there′s greatness to you
And all that you're entitled to
Oh rabbit, rabbit
Righteous white undergraduate
Is there an oven that′s big enough to fit your head in?
Now what to do
When careless indiscretions left a bruise or two?
You'll never hear the end of it
Now think this through
When mother's little martyr gets the best of you
Remember his inheritance
Oh cabbage, cabbage
Pride of the dead fish narcissists
For heaven′s sake just wait until the blood has clotted
Heel and toe
Dance inconsolably slow
You′ve done it now
You've felt your hair fall out
Lord knows we all know what′s under your clothes
From bitterness to dermatitis
What to do, oh inconsolable you?
You've gone and kissed your gift horse on the mouth
Oh poor cow
Sweetheart, we are what we are
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
Dance inconsolably slow
You felt it now
You watched your hair fall out
Oh poor cow
Sweetheart, you are what you are
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
He came clean
And quick with penicillin
And promethazine
I guess she never mentioned it
Sit transfixed
Like cowering complacence proves there′s greatness to you
And all that you're entitled to
Oh rabbit, rabbit
Righteous white undergraduate
Is there an oven that′s big enough to fit your head in?
Now what to do
When careless indiscretions left a bruise or two?
You'll never hear the end of it
Now think this through
When mother's little martyr gets the best of you
Remember his inheritance
Oh cabbage, cabbage
Pride of the dead fish narcissists
For heaven′s sake just wait until the blood has clotted
Heel and toe
Dance inconsolably slow
You′ve done it now
You've felt your hair fall out
Lord knows we all know what′s under your clothes
From bitterness to dermatitis
What to do, oh inconsolable you?
You've gone and kissed your gift horse on the mouth
Oh poor cow
Sweetheart, we are what we are
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
Aghast, a gash, an earmarked bell jar
Writer(s): Jherek Bischoff, Zac Pennington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com