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THE WOMBATS lyrics : "Walking Disasters"

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
But now she's always wasted
A total looker, but she's jaded

The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
I can tell you what I'd do


I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And 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
You and I are just walking disasters


She only finds her love in a downtown score
Consumption makes her stronger

She's the sweetest anaconda
The kind of lack of respect that I adore
I cant offer you a recuse

But when you've lost all that you have left to lose

I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly

And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your freudian slip


As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill

And what we'll never want, we'll always need
Right now we need some pop psychology
To keep us up-beat


So tell your mother thatyou love her dearly
And tell your father your won't lock him out 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
You and I are just walking disasters

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