Kill Yr Modern Soul - Live
Jane had a lover at the crack of dawn
Met in the garden chatting 'bout the woes of a nation in ruin
No-one knows which one; we're all optimists, don't you know?
Set aside time to eat and play a tune,
On Telegraph in the dead of June
All alone feeding a baby a protein shake
Because those tabloid pills he's taking from a bottle in a crate
Well she's a star now, she's just like Laura's dad
Two faces in the mirror, but they're very rarely sad
Well they taste like gin and whiskey and a couple other things
Afraid of the radio and what the television sings
And who's that villain?
Oh is it Satan in a bag?
Well it smells like water melon with a hefty price tag
We're over it, light a candle in memory
One for the one we're killing
And one for the one that's killing me
You've got me paralyzed
You've got me higher
Like a last breath of a winters day
Like a last breath, like a last breath
I'm riding on that feeling
You've got me higher
Like a last breath of a winters day
Like a last breath, like a last breath
Like the last!
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Oh
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Oh
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
Met in the garden chatting 'bout the woes of a nation in ruin
No-one knows which one; we're all optimists, don't you know?
Set aside time to eat and play a tune,
On Telegraph in the dead of June
All alone feeding a baby a protein shake
Because those tabloid pills he's taking from a bottle in a crate
Well she's a star now, she's just like Laura's dad
Two faces in the mirror, but they're very rarely sad
Well they taste like gin and whiskey and a couple other things
Afraid of the radio and what the television sings
And who's that villain?
Oh is it Satan in a bag?
Well it smells like water melon with a hefty price tag
We're over it, light a candle in memory
One for the one we're killing
And one for the one that's killing me
You've got me paralyzed
You've got me higher
Like a last breath of a winters day
Like a last breath, like a last breath
I'm riding on that feeling
You've got me higher
Like a last breath of a winters day
Like a last breath, like a last breath
Like the last!
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Oh
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Oh
Hold me to the truth and don't let me go
The lines in my skin begin to glow
Breathe! Lose all control!
You are the cause
So kill your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
Your modern soul!
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Writer(s): Anna Lynn Kunz
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