Rich and Strange by The Threats Lyrics
Gonna use my last wish on the elephant in the room
Gotta take a deep breath before the smoke begins to bloom
God, it makes me nauseous tryin to find you through these fumes
God, I hope the stairs are clear, the elevator is no use
I’m on the 36th floor, both of my legs feelin weak
Carry me down I’m defeated, you saw it comin for weeks
Place your bets down, I’m a million in debt now
Keep your voice low. Don’t wake up the volcano
Get down, get down, get down
Frozen on the rug, a computer bug, oh, my culture
Go right ahead, go right ahead and blame us
Just please don’t pull the plug
Smile for the satellite, they’re keepin notes on your day-to-day
I’ve seen it with my yellow eyes, might as well look em in the face
There’s not a star in the sky, there’s not a chance I’m a saint
I’m always gonna be bad, so just call me by my name
Spell it out on the poster
Golden gun in the holster
In the claws of a lifelong drought
I will bargain with the vulture
(Spell it out) Spell it out on the posters
(Golden gun) Golden gun in the holster
(In the claws) In the claws of a lifelong drought
I will bargain with the vulture
I will bargain with the vulture
I will bargain with the, bargain with the vulture
How awful am I now, do I have to sound it out?
Maybe our paths will meet again next winter flyin South
How awful can I get, all the bones holding up my nest
I want to meet my maker but I gotta feed my kids
How awful can I be, is it something in the tea
Spend the morning at the dentist and he’s sharpening my teeth
How awful can I get, lead you right into my web
Then I left you in the dark and now my eyes are turnin red
It’s just culture
It’s alright now, it’s alright now, it’s alright now, it’s alright now
Gotta take a deep breath before the smoke begins to bloom
God, it makes me nauseous tryin to find you through these fumes
God, I hope the stairs are clear, the elevator is no use
I’m on the 36th floor, both of my legs feelin weak
Carry me down I’m defeated, you saw it comin for weeks
Place your bets down, I’m a million in debt now
Keep your voice low. Don’t wake up the volcano
Get down, get down, get down
Frozen on the rug, a computer bug, oh, my culture
Go right ahead, go right ahead and blame us
Just please don’t pull the plug
Smile for the satellite, they’re keepin notes on your day-to-day
I’ve seen it with my yellow eyes, might as well look em in the face
There’s not a star in the sky, there’s not a chance I’m a saint
I’m always gonna be bad, so just call me by my name
Spell it out on the poster
Golden gun in the holster
In the claws of a lifelong drought
I will bargain with the vulture
(Spell it out) Spell it out on the posters
(Golden gun) Golden gun in the holster
(In the claws) In the claws of a lifelong drought
I will bargain with the vulture
I will bargain with the vulture
I will bargain with the, bargain with the vulture
How awful am I now, do I have to sound it out?
Maybe our paths will meet again next winter flyin South
How awful can I get, all the bones holding up my nest
I want to meet my maker but I gotta feed my kids
How awful can I be, is it something in the tea
Spend the morning at the dentist and he’s sharpening my teeth
How awful can I get, lead you right into my web
Then I left you in the dark and now my eyes are turnin red
It’s just culture
It’s alright now, it’s alright now, it’s alright now, it’s alright now