Get Lost Helen of Troy

Get lost, get lost
You towering song
History has got it wrong
There's a fish in my pocket 'cause I'm happy to see you
You are the wind between my ears

You glowering joke
Your eyes form the green cloth on a billiards
There's an armed Gideon in this crazy refrain

I'd like to eat your apple on a Saturday night
I'd like to ride your Appaloosa on the Isle of Wight
I'd like to ride your Appaloosa on the Isle of Wight
I'd like to ride your Appaloosa on the Isle of Wight
I'd like to ride your Appaloosa on the Isle of Wight

Get lost, Helеn of Troy
You hold the cards
And I'm only a poor boy who came out to play
In chalk shadow plays
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You've out-crownеd the kings
In need of the things
You hold in such plentiful supply
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A mouse ran across my foot
But I still heard her say
"Look at me Matthew, it's all for you"
Then she jumped, jerked back
And bust out a window

Get
You flowering goat
You know I can't make it to see you tonight
And your king-loaded vision of a dynamite

You sure messed up
Sancho Panza and Chantal Daigle
You messed up Sancho Panza and Chantal Daigle
You messed up Sancho Panza and Chantal Daigle
You messed up Sancho Panza and Chantal Daigle

Get lost, Helen of Troy
I'm paid to stand
While you sit on your royal throne
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You struck a match on my forehead
And after the fever's eclipse
I knew it wasn't your face
That launched a thousand ships

Get lost
Get lost

Fading proudly in the twilight
Of abjection
My knees won't buckle to bathe
In the light of your immaculate rejection

Get lost
Get lost
Get lost
Get lost