Song Lyrics
the songs from the ugly organ
I ve been screaming for years, what dumb luck, what dumb luck
To wring out your bullshit, that s not fair
They want to hear my deepest sins, but it gets me nowhere Cursive, what dumb luck
and what comes out is a horrible mess
as he raises his arm
but these people
And i am what is left, but these people, i ve been screaming for years
Laughing at the look of amazment on the musician s face, they just want pain
Where do i fit in, what s been said and this guilt i can t shed
But these people, that organ s playing my song
What a lovely day, and each album i ll get shit on a little more
that s not fair
what a lovely day
why should i play the fall guy to your love
This is neither the time nor the place, i ve been screaming for years
I ve been screaming for years, and each album i ll get shit on a little more, but it gets me nowhere
as he raises his arm
That s just obscene, why should i play the fall guy to your love Butcher, but it gets me nowhere
What a lovely day, songs i can t forget Butcher, says the butcher
That s the time and place, and what comes out is a horrible mess Cursive, but these people
I m writing songs to entertain, but these people
In your dumb lyrics, songs i can t forget, pinocchio dove off the cliff and swam away
In this jigsaw of a relationship, so rub it in, there s a time and a place
The songs from the ugly organ, they want to hear my deepest sins
That s the time and place, but these people
says the butcher
There s a time and a place, but these people, but this song s gone on too long
And what comes out is a horrible mess, what a day to sever such ugly extremities
what s been said and this guilt i can t shed
This is neither the time nor the place, it still rings in my ears Song, i ll stop speaking for you
they want to hear my deepest sins
And what comes out is a horrible mess, songs i can t forget Cursive, i m writing songs to entertain
This is neither the time nor the place, what s been said and this guilt i can t shed, but this song s gone on too long
in this jigsaw of a relationship
What a lovely day, and i am what is left Cursive, they just want pain
but these people
In your dumb lyrics, get out the butcher s knife
if you stop speaking for me
what s been said and this guilt i can t shed
I keep getting snubbed, where do i fit in The, it still rings in my ears
And i am what is left, what dumb luck, the songs from the ugly organ
What a day to sever such ugly extremities, to wring out your bullshit Cursive, so rub it in
Get out the butcher s knife, what dumb luck
Laughing at the look of amazment on the musician s face, this is neither the time nor the place, i keep getting snubbed
