Male Call Lyrics
| Song | Male Call |
| Artist | The Menzingers |
| Album | Chamberlain Waits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears, | |
| Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears, | |
| Blame the magazines she read, | |
| Join the righteous waning side, | |
| It was a misinterpretation of the neon signs. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I’d buy your soul, but I can’t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, | |
| Your lipstick adorns my collar, | |
| While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me. | |
| Then her father said to me, | |
| “Tom I can’t ascribe a purpose to this atrocity”, | |
| Trademark my messiah and call me an orderly, | |
| I need 800 cups of Kool-Aid for my prophecy. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I’d buy your soul, but I can’t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, |
| Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears, | |
| Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears, | |
| Blame the magazines she read, | |
| Join the righteous waning side, | |
| It was a misinterpretation of the neon signs. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I' d buy your soul, but I can' t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, | |
| Your lipstick adorns my collar, | |
| While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me. | |
| Then her father said to me, | |
| " Tom I can' t ascribe a purpose to this atrocity", | |
| Trademark my messiah and call me an orderly, | |
| I need 800 cups of KoolAid for my prophecy. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I' d buy your soul, but I can' t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, |
| Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears, | |
| Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears, | |
| Blame the magazines she read, | |
| Join the righteous waning side, | |
| It was a misinterpretation of the neon signs. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I' d buy your soul, but I can' t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, | |
| Your lipstick adorns my collar, | |
| While these thoughts of fire wrestle with me. | |
| Then her father said to me, | |
| " Tom I can' t ascribe a purpose to this atrocity", | |
| Trademark my messiah and call me an orderly, | |
| I need 800 cups of KoolAid for my prophecy. | |
| It was a rainy miserable Sunday, | |
| Carried your cedar up the stairs, | |
| Collared man did his best to apologize, | |
| But the damage it was done, she believed in all their lies. | |
| I' d buy your soul, but I can' t afford to pay girl, | |
| They say that you get nothing for free, |
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