Crazy Eights by Fluorescein Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't you think we've had enough of this?
Quit your smiling and let your anger down
I can't believe those fucked up things we say!
What will ever come of us any...
[Pre-Chorus]
Way you see it, I feel the other...
Makes as much sense as Hitler's Jewish mother
Hamburg and Naples, Vienna and Rome
[Chorus]
You called me
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
A pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
[Verse 2]
Quiet down I need to hear you think out loud!
So I can tell you what you did today!
Goalie, football, and alcoholic streets of the AM/PM blues!
Nevermind (that I don't mind to keep you in)
[Pre-Chorus]
Minds colliding in visions of fame...
(I see it glowing)
A super star or a falling star, stars just the same
(I see it glowing)
Amsterdam, the Vatican City, Brussels and Madrid...
[Chorus]
You call me
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose dying in synthetic L.A
[Bridge]
Now that you see it, I feel the other
Makes as much sense, as my fucked up blockhead brother
Amsterdam, the Vatican City
Brussels, Madrid and London, and Liverpool, and all of those!
[Chorus]
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose dying in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo psycho Euro, American native
Who's counting in synthetic L.A
[Outro]
Well I felt you rushing through my time zone!
With a fucking glass in hand!
In this town of all the greenbacks!
It's all about selling!
Selling...
Don't you think we've had enough of this?
Quit your smiling and let your anger down
I can't believe those fucked up things we say!
What will ever come of us any...
[Pre-Chorus]
Way you see it, I feel the other...
Makes as much sense as Hitler's Jewish mother
Hamburg and Naples, Vienna and Rome
[Chorus]
You called me
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
A pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
[Verse 2]
Quiet down I need to hear you think out loud!
So I can tell you what you did today!
Goalie, football, and alcoholic streets of the AM/PM blues!
Nevermind (that I don't mind to keep you in)
[Pre-Chorus]
Minds colliding in visions of fame...
(I see it glowing)
A super star or a falling star, stars just the same
(I see it glowing)
Amsterdam, the Vatican City, Brussels and Madrid...
[Chorus]
You call me
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose dying in synthetic L.A
[Bridge]
Now that you see it, I feel the other
Makes as much sense, as my fucked up blockhead brother
Amsterdam, the Vatican City
Brussels, Madrid and London, and Liverpool, and all of those!
[Chorus]
Pseudo-psycho, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose dying in synthetic L.A
Pseudo-psycho Euro, American native
Whose living in synthetic L.A
Pseudo psycho Euro, American native
Who's counting in synthetic L.A
[Outro]
Well I felt you rushing through my time zone!
With a fucking glass in hand!
In this town of all the greenbacks!
It's all about selling!
Selling...