Good Fashion
Francis Sage Lyrics
Dark lenses, tint the windows that are under my eyelids
To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit
Burning up a sigh, with no desire to live through these lies
So I suffer in silence
Culture of violence, truth stuck behind my lips
Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped, divided and split
Eatin' words with a forked tongue
And now the grumble of my stomach's got the thump of a war drum
A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from
Clowns are playing rush and roulette with paint guns
They run in place, and they call it the human race
Losin' pace with that stupid look on their face, shootin' blanks
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...
We're acting like men of steel, with a thin protective shield
Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel
So we cover up the stories that eyes tell, make way for what we take to the
grave
It doesn't bind both souls, buried in a ? bargain bin
In the cemetery there's a joust between God and men
Talkin' loud, but ain't sayin' nothin', used to have daily discussions, I doubt we'll ever talk again
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...
To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit
Burning up a sigh, with no desire to live through these lies
So I suffer in silence
Culture of violence, truth stuck behind my lips
Bound, gagged, and whipped, stripped, divided and split
Eatin' words with a forked tongue
And now the grumble of my stomach's got the thump of a war drum
A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from
Clowns are playing rush and roulette with paint guns
Losin' pace with that stupid look on their face, shootin' blanks
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...
We're acting like men of steel, with a thin protective shield
Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel
So we cover up the stories that eyes tell, make way for what we take to the
grave
It doesn't bind both souls, buried in a ? bargain bin
In the cemetery there's a joust between God and men
Talkin' loud, but ain't sayin' nothin', used to have daily discussions, I doubt we'll ever talk again
And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is hell, it's good fashion
All they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell them is, hell...
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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FaustianBargainBin
Still a classic
Jeff Jeffries
God this dude is awesome
Kenneth Trusty
0 dislikes because the people who would dislike it aren't even cool enough to know about it.
Anne Boertien
This song is SICK!
oihn dfcef
aww come on i want more!
Phatred
Hipster reaction right there.