Wearing Me Down (The LSD Song)
I dreamt about him again
I think he's trying to wear me down
Australian spiritual healer
Haunting my very steps
On my pillow he rested his head
And kicked my girl out of the bed
He sang a song in his deep deep voice
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
I dreamt about him again
I think he's trying to wear me down
Found myself down Jubilee street
Whistling Stagger Lee
I wore a slim cut black suit
And walked in black leather boots
Robins gathering in the trees
To the sound of my voice
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
Look at him now
Dancing like a crow
In his black linen suit
Come on look at him now
His slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at him now
Come on look at him now
I woke up in my bed
There was a black feather on the cover
A black suit hanging on my door
Nick Cave's reflection in the mirror
I had to wash his face
To find back my own nose
I had to burn the suit
To find back my own blues
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
Look at him now
Dancing like a crow
In his black linen suit
Come on look at him now
His slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at him now
Come on look at me now
Look at me now
Dancing like a crow
In my black linen suit
Come on look at me now
My slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at me now
Come on look at me now
I dreamt about him again
I think he's trying to wear me down
I think
He's trying to
Wear me down
I think he's trying to wear me down
Australian spiritual healer
Haunting my very steps
On my pillow he rested his head
And kicked my girl out of the bed
He sang a song in his deep deep voice
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
I dreamt about him again
I think he's trying to wear me down
Found myself down Jubilee street
Whistling Stagger Lee
I wore a slim cut black suit
And walked in black leather boots
Robins gathering in the trees
To the sound of my voice
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
Look at him now
Dancing like a crow
In his black linen suit
Come on look at him now
His slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at him now
Come on look at him now
I woke up in my bed
There was a black feather on the cover
A black suit hanging on my door
Nick Cave's reflection in the mirror
I had to wash his face
To find back my own nose
I had to burn the suit
To find back my own blues
He's wearing me down
Leaving me no choice
Look at him now
Dancing like a crow
In his black linen suit
Come on look at him now
His slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at him now
Come on look at me now
Look at me now
Dancing like a crow
In my black linen suit
Come on look at me now
My slow motion moves
And fucking sexy blues
Look at me now
Come on look at me now
I dreamt about him again
I think he's trying to wear me down
I think
He's trying to
Wear me down
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Ménard
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