Fall Out Testo
Testo Fall Out
It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here (it never)
It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here
(...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
I know you're purely Marxist
Your philosophy's so cool
With your tranquillisers, vallium and gin
You talk of euthanasia And your breakdown was so cool
Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
This cult of positivity once again
Yeah, but I didn't think
About the fall out
Fall out
This cult of positivity once again
Yeah, but I didn't think
About the fall out
To ask anybody what I'm doing here (it never)
It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here
(...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
I know you're purely Marxist
Your philosophy's so cool
With your tranquillisers, vallium and gin
You talk of euthanasia And your breakdown was so cool
Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
This cult of positivity once again
Yeah, but I didn't think
About the fall out
Fall out
This cult of positivity once again
Yeah, but I didn't think
About the fall out
DOMINIC CHAD, PAUL EDWARD DRAPER
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