of Montreal - chap pilot Lyrics

Getting trolled by inanimate klaxons
They'll leave me alone though t.v. is faster
The children are shown the incest husk, no one wants you to remove the mask
What's the point?

Dowager jinx of rat­father no other grey stranger stinking under her burka
(Bleeding captions like a Noël Coward)
Crowd fumed with thunderous step mother, said it's not sad, this is fun
Starved myself for a polygraph, failed so badly we both fell to laughing and you know it
And you know it
And you know it
And you know it

It's not bad, it's not sad, it's fun
It's not bad, it's not sad, it's fun

I guess we can surprise ourselves when we stop acting way too tough
I guess we can surprise ourselves when we stop acting way too tough
I guess we can still surprise ourselves when we stop acting so tough