Song | Headbutt |
Artist | The King Blues |
Album | Punk & Poetry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
She had a scream that rattled | |
The seeds inside the apples | |
When she uncaged her cackle | |
Jackals travelled just to battle | |
She gives the girls screwface | |
And the men crooked neck | |
When she walked by my place | |
I heard a string quartet | |
Asthmatics lose their breath | |
The traffic all gets wrecked | |
The Smokers laps collect | |
All Their dropped cigarettes | |
Kids fall onto the decks | |
Cos they don’t watch their steps | |
And when they’re on the floor | |
They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
Participate, don’t spectate, | |
Become the view | |
Man if Scarface said it | |
It’s just got to be true | |
So this world, this world right here | |
This world is for you | |
I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
Staring up at the ceiling | |
Nurses face disbelieving | |
Scalpel on arteries | |
Organs taken larcenies | |
Holds it up like a trophy | |
But that heart belongs to | |
Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
Each one beats individually | |
So now I bite the bullet | |
I’ll try to chew right through it | |
Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
I gots to see what | |
I’ve become | |
There is danger ahead | |
With a mouthful of lead but when | |
I fly It gets harder to deny | |
So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
Breathing fire like | |
God himself had demanded it | |
Like he’d personally asked and commanded it | |
Heaven’s packed but thanks to her they’re still cramming it | |
She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
And if you step out with me you’d better step correct | |
I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |
She had a scream that rattled | |
The seeds inside the apples | |
When she uncaged her cackle | |
Jackals travelled just to battle | |
She gives the girls screwface | |
And the men crooked neck | |
When she walked by my place | |
I heard a string quartet | |
Asthmatics lose their breath | |
The traffic all gets wrecked | |
The Smokers laps collect | |
All Their dropped cigarettes | |
Kids fall onto the decks | |
Cos they don' t watch their steps | |
And when they' re on the floor | |
They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
Participate, don' t spectate, | |
Become the view | |
Man if Scarface said it | |
It' s just got to be true | |
So this world, this world right here | |
This world is for you | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
Staring up at the ceiling | |
Nurses face disbelieving | |
Scalpel on arteries | |
Organs taken larcenies | |
Holds it up like a trophy | |
But that heart belongs to | |
Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
Each one beats individually | |
So now I bite the bullet | |
I' ll try to chew right through it | |
Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
I gots to see what | |
I' ve become | |
There is danger ahead | |
With a mouthful of lead but when | |
I fly It gets harder to deny | |
So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
Breathing fire like | |
God himself had demanded it | |
Like he' d personally asked and commanded it | |
Heaven' s packed but thanks to her they' re still cramming it | |
She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
And if you step out with me you' d better step correct | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |
She had a scream that rattled | |
The seeds inside the apples | |
When she uncaged her cackle | |
Jackals travelled just to battle | |
She gives the girls screwface | |
And the men crooked neck | |
When she walked by my place | |
I heard a string quartet | |
Asthmatics lose their breath | |
The traffic all gets wrecked | |
The Smokers laps collect | |
All Their dropped cigarettes | |
Kids fall onto the decks | |
Cos they don' t watch their steps | |
And when they' re on the floor | |
They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
Participate, don' t spectate, | |
Become the view | |
Man if Scarface said it | |
It' s just got to be true | |
So this world, this world right here | |
This world is for you | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
Staring up at the ceiling | |
Nurses face disbelieving | |
Scalpel on arteries | |
Organs taken larcenies | |
Holds it up like a trophy | |
But that heart belongs to | |
Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
Each one beats individually | |
So now I bite the bullet | |
I' ll try to chew right through it | |
Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
I gots to see what | |
I' ve become | |
There is danger ahead | |
With a mouthful of lead but when | |
I fly It gets harder to deny | |
So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
It felt like a headbutt | |
She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
Breathing fire like | |
God himself had demanded it | |
Like he' d personally asked and commanded it | |
Heaven' s packed but thanks to her they' re still cramming it | |
She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
And if you step out with me you' d better step correct | |
I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |