| Song | Douglas |
| Artist | Turboweekend |
| Album | Fault Lines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been getting fewer calls | |
| Spinning under mirror balls | |
| Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
| I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down | |
| My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
| Published mostly on toilet walls | |
| I flush my best thoughts underground | |
| They’re gone, they’re gone, they get around | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I’m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
| I know about the secret war | |
| I’ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
| And every tomb’s a stepping stone | |
| I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
| I’ve seen the face of someone near | |
| Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
| Oh walk with me! Oh don’t be shy! | |
| We climb, we climb, we’re getting high | |
| My hands are really x4 | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I’m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm |
| I' ve been getting fewer calls | |
| Spinning under mirror balls | |
| Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
| I' m falling, I' m falling, I' m falling down | |
| My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
| Published mostly on toilet walls | |
| I flush my best thoughts underground | |
| They' re gone, they' re gone, they get around | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
| I know about the secret war | |
| I' ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
| And every tomb' s a stepping stone | |
| I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
| I' ve seen the face of someone near | |
| Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
| Oh walk with me! Oh don' t be shy! | |
| We climb, we climb, we' re getting high | |
| My hands are really x4 | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm |
| I' ve been getting fewer calls | |
| Spinning under mirror balls | |
| Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
| I' m falling, I' m falling, I' m falling down | |
| My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
| Published mostly on toilet walls | |
| I flush my best thoughts underground | |
| They' re gone, they' re gone, they get around | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
| I know about the secret war | |
| I' ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
| And every tomb' s a stepping stone | |
| I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
| I' ve seen the face of someone near | |
| Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
| Oh walk with me! Oh don' t be shy! | |
| We climb, we climb, we' re getting high | |
| My hands are really x4 | |
| My hands are really shaking now | |
| I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
| Limp and cold in my arms | |
| Ring, ring, ring the alarm |