歌手:Goat Girl
专辑:《On All Fours》

作曲 : Ellie Rose Davies/Holly Mullineaux/Rosy Jones
There’s a hand reaching past the glands,
ripping out all of the contents.
And there’s a sense of sadness,
but only in what we’ve always been taught to listen with.
I’m a waste and so are you in the face,
of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds who shouts down at us.
Words remain in the suits of today,
and I have no shame when i say step the **** away.
I’ll be glad that when it’s the end,
you’ll be caught and torn when there’s no law to fall in.

The pest from the west that drums on his chest and sucks from the tee tee,
You’re one of those pests.

The pest from the west that drums on his chest and sucks from the tee tee,
You’re one of those pests.

There’s a hand reaching past the glands,
ripping out all of the contents.
And there’s a sense of sadness,
but only in what we’ve always been taught to listen with.
I’m a waste and so are you in the face,
of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds who shouts down at us.
Words remain in the suits of today,
and I have no shame when i say step the **** away.
I’ll be glad that when it’s the end,
you’ll be caught and torn when there’s no law to fall in.

You’re one of those pests,
You’re one of those pests,
You’re one of those pests,
You’re one of those pests from the west.
You’re one of those pests...