Delivering Idiots Lyrics

Song	Delivering Idiots
Artist	Stabilo
Album	Happiness & Disaster
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	作曲 : Dryfhout
	I'm grateful for these things
	These things are grateful for me but
	These gifts are plagues
	These plagues are candy coated
	I only hope it brings
	A smile and all the other
	Little useless things
	But these hands are tied to an arm
	And to an eye that won't abide
	I'm not doing that well today
	And self control was never my forte
	So I call a friend
	Jesus with a pager and
	Mercedes Benz
	Cuz there's a limit to ourselves
	And all the games we play
	It's metaphor we use to define our day
	It's only rhythm
	It's only sound
	But we're not accustomed to the tempo
	And we find it too loud
	And all the timeâ€¦
	You look like a star
	And I talk like a fool
	I'm delivering idiots and photographs
	It makes me look cool
	I'm doing much better today
	It's just harder to focus
	On the things that
	I hate I'm not too worried cuz
	I know I'll get my vision back
	Then at least
	I'll have a weapon
	To defend these attacks
	If I could only find a filter
	For these tricks
	Then I could bury the riddles deep
	Deep in the mix
	It's not the lines
	It's more the tones
	More often it's the volume
	That can make it hit home
	It's not the songs
	That determine if the record sells
	It's the faces in the videos that we know so well
	It's the push from the whores
	In leather chairs
	They package our emotions
	And they market our fears
	And the rise to the top is a fall from below
	I've never been one to see writing on walls
	Still you call me crazy
	Don't walk on in don't expect me to listen
	Don't you try to save me
	Because I'm too suspicious of long
	Explanations that
	Make you feel like
	You've really reached me
	I'm changing my ways
	I believe
	Don't talk about
	What happened 14 hours ago
	It's ok if you smile
	But please

	zuo qu : Dryfhout
	I' m grateful for these things
	These things are grateful for me but
	These gifts are plagues
	These plagues are candy coated
	I only hope it brings
	A smile and all the other
	Little useless things
	But these hands are tied to an arm
	And to an eye that won' t abide
	I' m not doing that well today
	And self control was never my forte
	So I call a friend
	Jesus with a pager and
	Mercedes Benz
	Cuz there' s a limit to ourselves
	And all the games we play
	It' s metaphor we use to define our day
	It' s only rhythm
	It' s only sound
	But we' re not accustomed to the tempo
	And we find it too loud
	And all the time
	You look like a star
	And I talk like a fool
	I' m delivering idiots and photographs
	It makes me look cool
	I' m doing much better today
	It' s just harder to focus
	On the things that
	I hate I' m not too worried cuz
	I know I' ll get my vision back
	Then at least
	I' ll have a weapon
	To defend these attacks
	If I could only find a filter
	For these tricks
	Then I could bury the riddles deep
	Deep in the mix
	It' s not the lines
	It' s more the tones
	More often it' s the volume
	That can make it hit home
	It' s not the songs
	That determine if the record sells
	It' s the faces in the videos that we know so well
	It' s the push from the whores
	In leather chairs
	They package our emotions
	And they market our fears
	And the rise to the top is a fall from below
	I' ve never been one to see writing on walls
	Still you call me crazy
	Don' t walk on in don' t expect me to listen
	Don' t you try to save me
	Because I' m too suspicious of long
	Explanations that
	Make you feel like
	You' ve really reached me
	I' m changing my ways
	I believe
	Don' t talk about
	What happened 14 hours ago
	It' s ok if you smile
	But please

	zuò qǔ : Dryfhout
	I' m grateful for these things
	These things are grateful for me but
	These gifts are plagues
	These plagues are candy coated
	I only hope it brings
	A smile and all the other
	Little useless things
	But these hands are tied to an arm
	And to an eye that won' t abide
	I' m not doing that well today
	And self control was never my forte
	So I call a friend
	Jesus with a pager and
	Mercedes Benz
	Cuz there' s a limit to ourselves
	And all the games we play
	It' s metaphor we use to define our day
	It' s only rhythm
	It' s only sound
	But we' re not accustomed to the tempo
	And we find it too loud
	And all the time
	You look like a star
	And I talk like a fool
	I' m delivering idiots and photographs
	It makes me look cool
	I' m doing much better today
	It' s just harder to focus
	On the things that
	I hate I' m not too worried cuz
	I know I' ll get my vision back
	Then at least
	I' ll have a weapon
	To defend these attacks
	If I could only find a filter
	For these tricks
	Then I could bury the riddles deep
	Deep in the mix
	It' s not the lines
	It' s more the tones
	More often it' s the volume
	That can make it hit home
	It' s not the songs
	That determine if the record sells
	It' s the faces in the videos that we know so well
	It' s the push from the whores
	In leather chairs
	They package our emotions
	And they market our fears
	And the rise to the top is a fall from below
	I' ve never been one to see writing on walls
	Still you call me crazy
	Don' t walk on in don' t expect me to listen
	Don' t you try to save me
	Because I' m too suspicious of long
	Explanations that
	Make you feel like
	You' ve really reached me
	I' m changing my ways
	I believe
	Don' t talk about
	What happened 14 hours ago
	It' s ok if you smile
	But please

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