Enon - Native Numb lyrics

Doors get a love and the ones get sliced Don't make the first dried least and the rename course Well let's go back to where we started from A story with a trail of crumbs I was stellar then today Don't make up a rename I've done so gone to waste Let's start we'll travel into the weekend home The times are wicked with the native numb Generation feel OK To your prison To a Bordeaux So say OK The century's over Pay up, you know you're stayin' The boys are gonna There's no one to blame Statistics honor Attentions are overrated They're either buyin' Gimme gimme that thing Doors get a love and the ones get sliced Don't make the first dried least and the rename course She's spurting adult with the blood and gore It's like she's speaking from an open sore Cancella-communique She's a double-wire-crosser Another broken cup-and-saucer With a kiss and disarray Split it with a razor It'll be on the way It doesn't matter Sink it, you'll never save it The boys are gonna There's no one to blame Correct-a-rama Save it, but don't mistake it There is a motto Baby baby don't you bring me no shame The phone rings but you won't get through