Going To Bed Now - Modern Baseball.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Modern Baseball
[00:09.59]What do you give someone
[00:12.31]Who's already got one of everything you thought would be the perfect
[00:16.64]Accoutrement to their unnerving temperament?
[00:21.89]Attention
[00:24.54]What could a lowly peasant being like myself
[00:29.50]Offer a perfect pleasant savior of humanity
[00:33.28]The redeemer of us sickly, sinning hillbillies?
[00:39.98]Attention
[00:44.94]Just one more resounding stab at all the others
[00:51.52]You've almost blown your cover
[00:53.53]But your traps don't stick
[00:55.77]One more bottle should do the trick
[00:58.00]Discreetly cleansing the remnants of every disdainful quip
[01:04.27]You found no escape route
[01:07.16]But I know you well enough to hate you now
[01:15.75]It's too bad you haven't figured that out
[01:35.96]What do you call someone
[01:38.01]Who calls you out on DIY ethics you don't embody
[01:42.62]As he drains his dad and mommy's monthly data plan?
[01:48.81]An asshole
[01:50.85]With an iPhone
[01:54.28]I'll admit, I'm in the same boat
[01:56.96]Caught between my adolescent safety net
[02:00.23]And where the world wants me to be
[02:03.46]But I never use that as an excuse
[02:06.39]To treat my friends the way that you treat me
[02:30.78]Just one more distorted, sad attempt at humor
[02:36.68]From the jagged, bleeding tumor in our throat
[02:40.15]Malignance at best, and quick to address yourself
[02:45.02]As anything other than what we've learned to expect
[02:49.49]The patron saint of Good God Damn
[02:54.24]I'll kick myself to sleep
[02:55.91]Before I shake that grimy, dirty, crusted, arrogant hand
[03:00.46]So please leave my house

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作曲 : Modern Baseball
What do you give someone
Who's already got one of everything you thought would be the perfect
Accoutrement to their unnerving temperament?
Attention
What could a lowly peasant being like myself
Offer a perfect pleasant savior of humanity
The redeemer of us sickly, sinning hillbillies?
Attention
Just one more resounding stab at all the others
You've almost blown your cover
But your traps don't stick
One more bottle should do the trick
Discreetly cleansing the remnants of every disdainful quip
You found no escape route
But I know you well enough to hate you now
It's too bad you haven't figured that out
What do you call someone
Who calls you out on DIY ethics you don't embody
As he drains his dad and mommy's monthly data plan?
An asshole
With an iPhone
I'll admit, I'm in the same boat
Caught between my adolescent safety net
And where the world wants me to be
But I never use that as an excuse
To treat my friends the way that you treat me
Just one more distorted, sad attempt at humor
From the jagged, bleeding tumor in our throat
Malignance at best, and quick to address yourself
As anything other than what we've learned to expect
The patron saint of Good God Damn
I'll kick myself to sleep
Before I shake that grimy, dirty, crusted, arrogant hand
So please leave my house