Male Call letra

Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears
Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears
Blame the magazines she read
Join the righteous waning side
It was a misinterpretation of the neon signs

It was a rainy miserable Sunday
Carried your cedar up the stairs
Collared man did his best to apologize
But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies

I’d buy your soul, but I can’t afford to pay girl
They say that you get nothing for free
Your lipstick adorns my collar
While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me

Then her father said to me
“Tom I can’t ascribe a purpose to this atrocity”
Trademark my messiah and call me an orderly
I need 800 cups of Kool-Aid for my prophecy

It was a rainy miserable Sunday
Carried your cedar up the stairs
Collared man did his best to apologize
But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies

I’d buy your soul, but I can’t afford to pay girl
They say that you get nothing for free
Your lipstick adorns my collar
While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me

The Holy Mess - Letras

• A Song For Tim Browne To Sing
• A Soulful Punk Tune About a Working Class Dreamer
• All Those Words
• Asleep In A Room Full Of Dog Shit
• Cold Goodbyes
• Goodbye 3713 (Must've Been A Good One)
• Half That And Dublin
• Hospitals
• I Think Corduroy Is Making a Comeback
• It's All Fun And Games 'Til Someone Gets Heard...
• Male Call
• My Boring 90's
• The Saddest Girl To Ever Hold A Martini
• Weren't No Fun
• Within The Range Of A Raven
• You Say Party! We Say Where