Delirium Tremens by Edam Edam Lyrics
[verse 1]
A flower in the hair, a dragon on the tongue
Another punk lo-fi weirdo song
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
And your lovers closer, closer...
[pre-Chorus]
To the top of the mountain
Over the clouds, over the rain
Looking down to the city
I'm so unperfect, and I'm so bad
At being good, honey
[Chorus]
Kicks and punches, stubborn and slutty
I won't hide anymore the Devil inside me
Kinks and parties, are cleaning out my stress
I'm only happy in my delirium tremens
[verse 2]
A messy bush for hair, a flame in the belly
The madness is a bed that seems so comfy
[pre-Chorus]
To the top of the mountain
Over the clouds, over the rain
Looking down to the city
I'm so unperfect, and I'm so bad
At being good, honey
[Chorus]
Kicks and punches, stubborn and slutty
I won't hide anymore the Devil inside me
Kinks and parties, are cleaning out my stress
I'm only happy in my delirium tremens
[outro]
A flower in the hair, and nothing in the mind
Dances and paintings like the world would be mine
You make me sick, you make me sick...
You all make me sick
But I love you 'til the end of times
A flower in the hair, a dragon on the tongue
Another punk lo-fi weirdo song
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
And your lovers closer, closer...
[pre-Chorus]
To the top of the mountain
Over the clouds, over the rain
Looking down to the city
I'm so unperfect, and I'm so bad
At being good, honey
[Chorus]
Kicks and punches, stubborn and slutty
I won't hide anymore the Devil inside me
Kinks and parties, are cleaning out my stress
I'm only happy in my delirium tremens
[verse 2]
A messy bush for hair, a flame in the belly
The madness is a bed that seems so comfy
[pre-Chorus]
To the top of the mountain
Over the clouds, over the rain
Looking down to the city
I'm so unperfect, and I'm so bad
At being good, honey
[Chorus]
Kicks and punches, stubborn and slutty
I won't hide anymore the Devil inside me
Kinks and parties, are cleaning out my stress
I'm only happy in my delirium tremens
[outro]
A flower in the hair, and nothing in the mind
Dances and paintings like the world would be mine
You make me sick, you make me sick...
You all make me sick
But I love you 'til the end of times