P.M. Dawn Art Deco Halos Lyrics

Dearest Christian, I’m So Very Sorry for Bringing You Here. Love, Dad Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Music for Carnivores
  • 2 Art Deco Halos
  • 3 Being So Not for You (I Had No Right)
  • 4 Misery in Utero
  • 5 If I Could Be Your Star
  • 6 Yang: As Private I's
  • 7 Screaming at Me
  • 8 I Hate Myself for You
  • 9 No Further Damage
  • 10 Hale-Bopp Regurgitations
  • 11 Faith in You
  • 12 Broken
  • 13 [untitled]
  • 14 Gotta Be... Movin' on Up (main mix)
  • I ran into my ignorance
    I think she cares for you
    'Cause she's been trickin' on you for quite some time
    You need to tell that ***** to change her ****ing frequency
    When intellectricity come in mega hurts
    I'm not trying not to get amped I'm trying to get you

    You
    I wanna be like you
    I want one of them art deco halos that makes everybody hate how
    Far they are from you
    I wanna be like you baby
    I want one of them art deco halos
    Just to emphasize my pain

    I used to hydroplane all through my astroplane
    But now hating Uncle Sam defeats my crimes
    He said "I ain't got no guilt, so get up out of my face you whore,
    'Cause act like you wouldn't like to take my job."
    But he don't know
    Nothin' from nothin' leaves you nothin'
    That's why he thinks he wins the wars
    But it's all that stupid ****, up against my stupid ****
    See I don't wanna be me no more
    So don't tell me I'm loned
    Tell me I'm you

    You
    I wanna be like you
    I want one of them art deco halos that makes everybody hate how
    Far they are from you
    I wanna be like you baby
    I want one of them art deco halos that give everybody else the finger

    I ran into Armageddon's tears
    And they've got so much love to give
    But they just think his love makes the sunshine
    I said "if ya'wl ain't really against me then what's your
    Fascination with me"
    They said "you make transformations all the time
    Baby I'm here for you"
    But he can't do anything for nothing
    Anything he got he'll get from you
    And all that stupidness gets to be my stupidness
    I can't think or wish, but can hate to be just about anything I am
    Except for you

    I wanna be like you

    Written by: Attrell Stephen Jr. Cordes, Marc Feld
    Lyrics © IMAGEM U.S. LLC

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