No Destruction Lyrics
| Song | No Destruction |
| Artist | Foxygen |
| Album | No Destruction B/W Where's The Money? |
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| I assumed you knew this photograph of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you cause you don’t need me anymore I politely say I miss you but we know you don’t mean that anymore Like when the toc tic finally caught you Then you weaseled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco, Oh you make it so Oh you make it so long on me Someone who takes part in the suburbs Part in the subway with me Oh destructo, you’re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high I’m talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bond hers to God’s door Now you think that I don’t know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel There’s no need to be an asshole, you’re not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know you’re gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh but the door of consciousness isn’t open anymore Oh you think it’s over, oh it’s over with me Someone who sloaks by in the suburbs But in the suburb with me Oh destructo, you’re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction, no destruction No destruction… |
| I assumed you knew this photograph of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you cause you don' t need me anymore I politely say I miss you but we know you don' t mean that anymore Like when the toc tic finally caught you Then you weaseled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco, Oh you make it so Oh you make it so long on me Someone who takes part in the suburbs Part in the subway with me Oh destructo, you' re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high I' m talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bond hers to God' s door Now you think that I don' t know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel There' s no need to be an asshole, you' re not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know you' re gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh but the door of consciousness isn' t open anymore Oh you think it' s over, oh it' s over with me Someone who sloaks by in the suburbs But in the suburb with me Oh destructo, you' re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction, no destruction No destruction |
| I assumed you knew this photograph of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you cause you don' t need me anymore I politely say I miss you but we know you don' t mean that anymore Like when the toc tic finally caught you Then you weaseled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco, Oh you make it so Oh you make it so long on me Someone who takes part in the suburbs Part in the subway with me Oh destructo, you' re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high I' m talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bond hers to God' s door Now you think that I don' t know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel There' s no need to be an asshole, you' re not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know you' re gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh but the door of consciousness isn' t open anymore Oh you think it' s over, oh it' s over with me Someone who sloaks by in the suburbs But in the suburb with me Oh destructo, you' re so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction, no destruction No destruction |
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