Middle lyrics
Song information
Artist: Kind Of Like Spitting Album: The Thrill Of The Hunt
Lyrics
The middle man what a miracle Of common calculations Compressed and erratic Hung out to fade like ribbons Through wall-to-wall maybes
So I gave it my soul Got wasted sick and trashed it
It's midnight in this time zone Awake and collecting little zingers And future comedies I feel my voice come back On behalf of unfinished business The lowered man what a spectacle A comic installation, repressed and dramatic Fighting to find his fable Through wall-to-wall static
Under an anime skyline Calling cancer from the corner store I showed her mine; she showed me hers So we could shrug off the small shit And breathe in the meantime I wanted to dance with a daughter Of a switchblade in the springtime
There are some people I don't want to let down Bells to ring And friends to fling my arms around Yes I know what's up must come down Please don't take the good parts away
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"The Thrill Of The Hunt" album track list
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