Walking Disasters Lyrics

She used to get her kicks from a four to the floor
But now she's always wasted
A total looker but she's jaded
That kind of shivering wreck that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
But I can tell you what I'd do

I'd tell me mother that I love her
I'd tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words wont drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters

She only finds her love in a downtown score
Consumption makes her stronger
You're the sweetest anaconda
The kind of lack of respect that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
But when you've lost all that you had left to lose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
I'd tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words wont drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip

As sharp as a knife
And as blunt as a will
You'll be my calm
I'll be your pneumatic drill
And what we'll never want
We'll always need
And right now we need some pop psychology
To keep us upbeat

So tell your mother that you love her dearly
And tell your father that you won't lock him out again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters

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