The Cribs Album

In the grey of yesterday
A breeze blew over exposing
A memory so small
What is it here for

Your virility, makes me forget empathy
Dig your hole
That's what we're here for

To make you feel important
cause you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time

And they have everything
They kept their ribs, I'm sure of it
It's what they're all about
But getting inside counts

Mass virility, has made me forget empathy
Dig your hole
It's what we're here for

To make you feel important
cause you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time
(they may be views , but they'll never be mine)

The mid-shelf masturbation
Leaves a smear on half the nation
Its the same things that they're saying all the time

aaaaaahh

Oh your virility, has made me forget empathy
dig your hole
its what they're here for

To make you feel important
cause you knew we were aborted
its the same things that we're saying all the time

The mid-shelf masturbation
Leaves a smear on half the nation
It's the same things that they're saying all the time

I could be someone else if you'd rather
Try to win you over like a new step father
smart but still a sucker for whoever asks you
i pictured the scene
so you wont have to spell it out for me

cos things go together
better than other
like manic depression
and act sexulality (?)

that's another, that's another
cheat on me, cheat on me yeaaah
(repeat)

Giving up, without a thought
And then you'll be the chosen one
Through which your friends live vicariously

Cause things go together
Better than other
Like manic depression
And act sexulality (?)

That's another, that's another
Cheat on me, cheat on me yeaaah
(repeat)

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