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Lyrify.me

Changeling by The Riptide Movement Lyrics

Genre: rock | Year: 2017

[Verse 1]
Fill up the Claret Jug
We got ourselves a low-life look
This one just ain't the same
Tighten up the noose and chain
Blame it on the mystic folk
They decide our very thoughts, y'know
This one's just out of sorts
No need for trials or courts

[Chorus]
They're jumping out of shadows
You blame it on the spiritual
They're coming out of the shadows
You never know what you will find

[Pre-Chorus]
Makin' strange, with one another
Burn the changeling, burn the culture
One has morphed into the other
Is that your wife, is that your lover?
[Verse 2]
We are the ignorant
You better not be different, y'know
This one just can't be mine
I'll deny you every time
We'll have no cross to bear
Bury them, over there, y'know
This one is just a runt
This one's an embarrassment

[Pre-Chorus]
They're jumping out of shadows
You blame it on the spiritual
They're coming out of the shadows
You never know what you will find, y'know

[Chorus]
Makin' strange, with one another
Burn the changeling, burn their culture
One has morphed into the other
Is that your wife, is that your lover?
Makin' strange, with one another
Shallow graves with shallow covers
Up above the pious crossroads
Is that your son, is that your daughter?
[Verse 3]
Who is this witch, this wretched fairy?
Where is my Bridget, oh where is she?
She's makin' strange
She's makin' strange
She's makin' strange
She's makin' strange
The strangeling
Is makin' strange
This changeling
Is makin' strange
This changelin'
Is makin' strange
This changeling
Is makin' change!

[Chorus]
Makin' strange, with one another
Burn the changeling, burn the culture
One has morphed into the other
Is that your wife, is that your lover?
Makin' strange, with one another
Shallow graves with shallow covers
Up above your pious crossroads
Is that your son, is that your daughter?
Makin' strange, with one another
Burn the changeling, burn the culture
One has morphed into the other
Is that your wife, is that your lover?