Florence Welch - Geri Gigolo lyrics

You can't call me anytime I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home... I had a mild stroke of genius...She had a heart attack! Wearing the seediest waxed anorak Smoothing out the creases Creating balance Put together a thesis on the life long challenge Pulling out my penis The lady screamed! To call me co*k heinous I called her mean, pulled out the green Smoken the fiend out and told her lean This ain't the type og light that I lit when I set the scene! You're wearing to many clothes so respect the theme I know the set not wet but wet's the dream! Let's not upset the techs who select the beans for this Triple X, direct, s** machine! I like Amphets'. Peps and Textramine! I like f**ing with flesh straight Fresh from street scenes! I'm a man of obscene ventures; I'll f** the the old lady so hard so guard you're dentures I'm highly aroused by independent pensioners The stinky stench of wenches wedget on benches I'll guard the old puddie' from bullies and dark henches And keep on stuckling until mythirst quenches I have a right mind to dig motes and trenches Build a picket sign scribed with two lines The bag-of-bone remains of my geriatric adventures No photographic flashes or moral clashes or lectures! They call me the Geri-Gigolo I don't sell d** but I do love the old My diamond studded cross charms believers Playing menopauses into conceivers Cracking the frost, giving them fevers I'll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters Instead of those you-no-stop-go-dick teasers! You can call me anytime I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home... There are two ways to picture your self: The best or worst The last or first The lucky as f** or the one who's cursed! Any situation facing us it's instantaneous The worst-thing-that-can-happen and future are simultaneous The brainiest will even conform to the simple sameness When broken down the logic abounds with pounds of genius Hear me out: the tactical nemesis isn't a fall out! It's invented withthe gratest invention to bring your all out but Religion has abused yhe position for f**ing centuries! Hell eternal, flames infernal await sinner's entries? f** what you think you might know Because I'm oblivious Starting with that heaven and hell sh**, you serious? If god's such a f**ing fair guy, all nice all kind Then there can't be an aternal hell For a finite crime What I want to know is what part you made up because Christianity ficked up from day dot! Was it the part Where you scammed the layman for food and taxes Consequentially invent the cla**ist axis? Or the part where you starved the hard up of education Consequentially Cement the segregation f** what you think might know because I'm above it all As culpable as cardinals f**ed on coke at carnivals And f** what you think you might know because We're original Systematically f**er off with pope-like, criminals! You can't call me anytime I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home... They call me the Geri-Gigolo I don't sell d** but I do love the old My diamond studded cross charms believers Playing menopauses into conceivers Cracking the frost, giving them fevers I'll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers! Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters Instead of those you-no-stop-go Dick teasers!