Good Friday(boards Of Canada Remix) Lyrics

if you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
because they want something their dad dont got,
then you know where youre at.

mortaring your ear holes shut in a rush with wet coke
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, im left in residue and confused.
like the first time you used soft water,
down on my luck caught unaware like houdini when the last fist struck

sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.

sucking dick for drink tickets at the free bar at my cousins bat mitzvah,
put in the punch-line and it aint no joke.
devoid of all hope, circus mirrors and pot smoke.
picking fights on dyke-night with shirlies and lokes

and snatching purses, doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses.
blowing kisses to disinterested bitches,
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway,
sending sexy instant messages to my exs new man, cause i can.

on the road, trying to break it open.
eating pussy for new things, i am
what the hell, using purell til my hands bleed and swell.
missing mail at a motel 6, im unwell.

if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.

physics-citing, touching your hand writing.
getting horny by reading it and repeating for me.
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the art crown exhibit, i wonder who's sicker.

jerking off in an art museum john til my dick hurts.
the kind of shit i wont admit to my head shrinker,
not even in a whisper to my own little sister.
i just act like a dick and talk shit when im with her.

at 6, i say the friday before easter was not, but i cried to myself in the pisser.
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show,
you act like you didnt notice, now few with the role.
it shortens pizza barnacle six was overwhelming and not too similar to this.

if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.

at jacob hands-on tour, i wake up,
hung over on a hardwood floor from them, got here dressed.
turns out, for your little breasts,
id rather be dead than call this song how i lost your respect
but god bless her, get neglected.
and youll see when the sun sets east, dont forget me