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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 but 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 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


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 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 that you love her dearly


And tell your father your 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


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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