I've got a nasty disposition
Two paint coats
But the writing's on the wall
Yea, I'll fill your prescription
But this time
No, I can't break your fall
I'm counting bullet holes in my shoe
But I swear my aim is true
You see, lovers they aren't rapists
Oh no, but they're destructive just the same
No, scarecrows they aren't sadists
They're just pieces in a game
I make her feel all alone
But I'm afraid of being on my own
I fed my body to the wolves
My bones washed to the sea
I still find them at my door
Yea they still come knocking
Bloated wolves digesting
Wolves with bones in their teeth
But it's not me
No not any more
lyrics
I've got a nasty disposition
Two paint coats
But the writing's on the wall
Yea, I'll fill your prescription
But this time
No, I can't break your fall
I'm counting bullet holes in my shoe
But I swear my aim is true
You see, lovers they aren't rapists
Oh no, but they're destructive just the same
No, scarecrows they aren't sadists
They're just pieces in a game
I make her feel all alone
But I'm afraid of being on my own
I fed my body to the wolves
My bones washed to the sea
I still find them at my door
Yea they still come knocking
Bloated wolves digesting
Wolves with bones in their teeth
But it's not me
No not any more
credits
from Tramp,
released December 11, 2014
Brett Jones, Adam Mercer, Teddy Roberts, Sam Harris
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Colin Birkett
Album art by Michael Burdick www.michaelburdick.com
Stirring alt-pop with a focus on heartrending vocal melodies, the new LP from Nicholas is riveting from start to finish. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 10, 2023