Of Montreal - Godly Inters** lyrics

Too high too fast, going to break our necks Everything about you screamed of godly inters** Nothing of thirds, berdache No human tracks, the new forms were germinating I saw your aureole wax We danced for victory We danced for mom's misery We danced for miscarriages We danced in garbage too You, everybody's stoned about you Everybody's thrown about you Everybody's stoned about you I was running from home to school To home trying to keep my parents together Heir to their chaos there was such pressure to score high So I had to drop it As if I stood a chance after my uncle's suicide Everybody looking at me to succeed him as the family's golden myth While all my identity mutations were being dosed by books And all the d** I took to prove I was brave But I was so afraid of a d**h without measure You are my greatest treasure Yeah I had like zero pleasure until you excused me from your archetype You, everybody's stoned about you Everybody's thrown about you Everybody's stoned about you