Birth control for rock and roll
Hold your fire for the baby girl
In retrospect, you are not ready for us
So out of touch, beyond a burn
It's out of my control, I've learned
And it's shit that it's hard to admit that to you
Does it exist on a subconscious plane?
Or am I making an excuse for your behaviour again
Infantile desires like a two-step genuflect (no disrespect)
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
Well you're a little bit Liberachi
And I'm a little bit lost control
Tongue tied right up like a cherry stalk
But I've got nowhere else to go
Lemonade and razor blades
Sucking face and cutting shapes
I live, I breathe, I bleed
And you're freaking out (cause you just don't get it)
Does it exist on a subconscious plane?
Or am I making an excuse for your behaviour again
Self-reflect like Bertolt Brecht
It's called the distancing effect
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
Well you're a little bit Liberachi
And I'm a little bit lost control
Tongue tied right up like a cherry stalk
Cause I've got nowhere else to go
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
I've got charm
Well you're a little bit Liberachi
And I'm a little bit lost control
Tongue tied right up like a cherry stalk
Cause I've got nowhere else to go
Sophie McComish:
That is me challenging the male ego and trying to emulate it from a female perspective. That’s all that it’s trying to do – the wankiest, shreddiest moment I could possibly write.
— via NME