Edward Smith Songtext
von Thought Industry

You fooled me as I move with a groan
Nothing left as the winner gives
And because of that has begun to dig
Fool me like moon dust powder to
The ground level that travels back
When I′ve lost what's left to do
Fool me, I′ll blast off alone
Foolish and rude, but it gets me where I'm from

Kiss the man that orbits the homestead
Kiss the drunk on his dying head
Crush the boy that you brushed from your shoulder
I'm a fucked up man


You fooled me in the back of the pub
With nothing but a drink to defend
So I′ll die to save its life
Fool me so chew up a stone groove
With the letter in your sister′s pajamas
And daddy has cracked a frown
Fool me and left me alone
Counting change from an apple juice jar
Twelve bucks won't get me far

Kiss the man that orbits the homestead
Kiss the drunk on his dying head
Crush the boy that you brushed from your shoulder
I′m a fucked up man

You fooled me with a kiss and a laugh
That poured in a tepid stream
From the chipped Matina glass
Fool me and ideas have turned queer
One jump to the after-the-roon
To obtain a spacious view
Fool me, I wake up alone
And pretend you drove to the store
And failed in coming home

Kiss the man that orbits the homestead
Kiss the drunk on his dying head
Crush the boy that you brushed from your shoulder
I'm a fucked up man


I′m a fucked up man
Kiss the man that orbits your homestead
Kiss the drunk on his dying head
Crush the boy that you brushed from your shoulder
I'm a fucked up man
I′m a fucked up man