Lirieke: Of Montreal. False Priest. Like a Tourist.
I saw your movie tonight
I thought you were pretty good
I'm so happy that you're doing
What you want to
You go to your favorite dark place
Think about the auto-da-fe
Unicorns eating baby meat
There's a dragon rape if you want one
One's the loneliest number
Smoke hood Melion
Female erection
You fetishize the archetype
You fetishize the archetype
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high on a negative wave
And paint it black
Just like the good times
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high
They break our hearts like it's our birthdays
Soak us in animal blood
I want somebody to frisk me
I want this night to distort me
But I didn't come here
Just to see you dancing
Now, won't you admire your art?
Or try and cure your androphobic heart
Anyways, I'm crippled inside
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high on a negative wave
And paint it black
Just like the good times
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay warm like [Incomprehensible]
And paint a [Incomprehensible] in our hands again
When we were passengers
Don't treat me like a tourist
Lets stay high
They break our hearts like it's our birthdays
Soak us in animal blood
I thought you were pretty good
I'm so happy that you're doing
What you want to
You go to your favorite dark place
Think about the auto-da-fe
Unicorns eating baby meat
There's a dragon rape if you want one
One's the loneliest number
Smoke hood Melion
Female erection
You fetishize the archetype
You fetishize the archetype
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high on a negative wave
And paint it black
Just like the good times
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high
They break our hearts like it's our birthdays
Soak us in animal blood
I want somebody to frisk me
I want this night to distort me
But I didn't come here
Just to see you dancing
Now, won't you admire your art?
Or try and cure your androphobic heart
Anyways, I'm crippled inside
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay high on a negative wave
And paint it black
Just like the good times
Don't treat me like a tourist
Let's stay warm like [Incomprehensible]
And paint a [Incomprehensible] in our hands again
When we were passengers
Don't treat me like a tourist
Lets stay high
They break our hearts like it's our birthdays
Soak us in animal blood
Of Montreal
Of Montreal
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