| Song | Silicon Hips |
| Artist | Major Parkinson |
| Album | Major Parkinson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Silicon hips. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smell bad. | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way. | |
| Cause ever since I took this job in June, I've been a sucker for girls. | |
| I watch them run, I watch them spin. | |
| Once upon a time, when the world was a dirty scene. | |
| I had a redneck, spandex, vagabond eating disorder. | |
| I said I don't wanna die like my mother used to do. | |
| It was a perfect holiday. | |
| Now I'm feeling so alone. I want attention! | |
| I was alone because I lost my only friend. | |
| He's the latest fashion to be seen, | |
| A boulevard of rusty limousines. Yes, out in the back it blew my brain. | |
| Now the years are crashing by, | |
| Still I'm looking for some purity, | |
| A perfect house, a quiet life with Judy Garland. | |
| But one day I trapped myself in common sense and barricaded my door with all these flashy trends, | |
| Cause somehow over the rainbow life is so unfair. | |
| Is it me I'm looking for? Well I don't care. | |
| Will you take this ring? | |
| Sorry to inform you, I could never love you like you do. | |
| You'll never make me bleed the way you chew those rotten puzzle crackers when your mind is a blindfold. | |
| Pick me up, hang me like a sucker in a leash, | |
| I can tell you anything you wanna hear. | |
| Save me from the cash register brutality, | |
| Coming from your Stairmasterbater vanity. | |
| You see, everything left is a cup of sanity | |
| And all the parasites in your domestic personality. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smells bad | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way, | |
| But one day they'll fry under the sun. | |
| On the tip of a gun. I guess that's how it's done. | |
| But when I'm sturdy will I love myself, start a riot, start a fight, start a revolution. | |
| Will I be different in this world if I threw away this superficial life? | |
| Cause, that is what you do to me! Yes, that is what you do to me! | |
| Cause I'm feeling, so alone and I want to… |
| Silicon hips. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smell bad. | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way. | |
| Cause ever since I took this job in June, I' ve been a sucker for girls. | |
| I watch them run, I watch them spin. | |
| Once upon a time, when the world was a dirty scene. | |
| I had a redneck, spandex, vagabond eating disorder. | |
| I said I don' t wanna die like my mother used to do. | |
| It was a perfect holiday. | |
| Now I' m feeling so alone. I want attention! | |
| I was alone because I lost my only friend. | |
| He' s the latest fashion to be seen, | |
| A boulevard of rusty limousines. Yes, out in the back it blew my brain. | |
| Now the years are crashing by, | |
| Still I' m looking for some purity, | |
| A perfect house, a quiet life with Judy Garland. | |
| But one day I trapped myself in common sense and barricaded my door with all these flashy trends, | |
| Cause somehow over the rainbow life is so unfair. | |
| Is it me I' m looking for? Well I don' t care. | |
| Will you take this ring? | |
| Sorry to inform you, I could never love you like you do. | |
| You' ll never make me bleed the way you chew those rotten puzzle crackers when your mind is a blindfold. | |
| Pick me up, hang me like a sucker in a leash, | |
| I can tell you anything you wanna hear. | |
| Save me from the cash register brutality, | |
| Coming from your Stairmasterbater vanity. | |
| You see, everything left is a cup of sanity | |
| And all the parasites in your domestic personality. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smells bad | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way, | |
| But one day they' ll fry under the sun. | |
| On the tip of a gun. I guess that' s how it' s done. | |
| But when I' m sturdy will I love myself, start a riot, start a fight, start a revolution. | |
| Will I be different in this world if I threw away this superficial life? | |
| Cause, that is what you do to me! Yes, that is what you do to me! | |
| Cause I' m feeling, so alone and I want to |
| Silicon hips. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smell bad. | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way. | |
| Cause ever since I took this job in June, I' ve been a sucker for girls. | |
| I watch them run, I watch them spin. | |
| Once upon a time, when the world was a dirty scene. | |
| I had a redneck, spandex, vagabond eating disorder. | |
| I said I don' t wanna die like my mother used to do. | |
| It was a perfect holiday. | |
| Now I' m feeling so alone. I want attention! | |
| I was alone because I lost my only friend. | |
| He' s the latest fashion to be seen, | |
| A boulevard of rusty limousines. Yes, out in the back it blew my brain. | |
| Now the years are crashing by, | |
| Still I' m looking for some purity, | |
| A perfect house, a quiet life with Judy Garland. | |
| But one day I trapped myself in common sense and barricaded my door with all these flashy trends, | |
| Cause somehow over the rainbow life is so unfair. | |
| Is it me I' m looking for? Well I don' t care. | |
| Will you take this ring? | |
| Sorry to inform you, I could never love you like you do. | |
| You' ll never make me bleed the way you chew those rotten puzzle crackers when your mind is a blindfold. | |
| Pick me up, hang me like a sucker in a leash, | |
| I can tell you anything you wanna hear. | |
| Save me from the cash register brutality, | |
| Coming from your Stairmasterbater vanity. | |
| You see, everything left is a cup of sanity | |
| And all the parasites in your domestic personality. | |
| Goddamn those silicon hips smells bad | |
| Yet it feels like their real in every way, | |
| But one day they' ll fry under the sun. | |
| On the tip of a gun. I guess that' s how it' s done. | |
| But when I' m sturdy will I love myself, start a riot, start a fight, start a revolution. | |
| Will I be different in this world if I threw away this superficial life? | |
| Cause, that is what you do to me! Yes, that is what you do to me! | |
| Cause I' m feeling, so alone and I want to |