Stadiums and Shrines Songtext
von Sunset Rubdown

Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the nighttime?
The white undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dying light

There′s a kid in there
And he's big, and dumb, and he′s kinda scared, and he's
Well, he's too old to be there
He′s just looking for a ride


Well, I′ll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
You see something to cheer about
Well, I'll tell you that it′s mine

I'm sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I′m sorry anybody dies at all these days
I still find reasons to pout

Oh, oh
Hold all your knives away from my eyes