Walking Disasters
The Wombats"Walking Disasters" is a song by The Wombats, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:52 long and contains 43 lines and 328 words.
Lyrics
0:29She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
0:36But now she's always wasted
0:39A total looker but she's jaded
0:44The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
0:50I can't offer you a rescue
0:54I can tell you what I'd do
0:58I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
1:02And tell my father that I need him back again
1:06And if these words won't drop from your lips
1:10I will be your Freudian slip
1:13And flowers might wilt when we walk past
1:17And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
1:20Only finding questions in answers
1:24You and I are just walking disasters
1:32You and I are just walking disasters
1:39You and I are just walking disasters
1:42She only finds her love in a downtown score
1:49Consumption makes her stronger
1:52You're the sweetest anaconda
1:57The kind of lack of respect that I adore
2:03I can't offer you a rescue
2:07But when you've lost all that you have left to lose
2:11I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
2:15And tell my father that I need him back again
2:18And if these words won't drop from your lips
2:22I will be your Freudian slip
2:26As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
2:33You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill
2:40And what we'll never want we'll always need
2:46Right now we need some pop psychology
2:53To keep us up-beat
2:58So tell your mother that you love her dearly
3:01And tell your father you won't lock him out again
3:05And if these words won't drop from your lips
3:08I will be your Freudian slip
3:12And flowers might wilt when we walk past
3:15And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
3:19Only finding questions in answers
3:23You and I are just walking disasters
3:30You and I are just walking disasters
3:37You and I are just walking disasters
3:45You and I are just walking disasters
3:52You and I are just walking disasters
She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue I can tell you what I'd do I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you have left to lose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology To keep us up-beat So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father you won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters
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