Enon - Native Numb Lyrics
doors get a love and the ones get sliceddon't make the first dried least and the rename coursewell let's go back to where we started froma story with a trail of crumbsi was stellar then todaydon't make up a renamei've done so gone to wastelet's start we'll travel into the weekend homethe times are wicked with the native numbgeneration feel OKto your prison to a Bordeauxso say OKthe century's overpay up, you know you're stayin'the boys are gonnathere's no one to blamestatistics honorattentions are overratedthey're either buyin'gimme gimme that thingdoors get a love and the ones get sliceddon't make the first dried least and the rename courseshe's spurting adult with the blood and goreit's like she's speaking from an open sorecancella-communiqueshe's a double-wire-crosseranother broken cup-and-saucerwith a kiss and disarraysplit it with a razorit'll be on the wayit doesn't mattersink it, you'll never save itthe boys are gonnathere's no one to blamecorrect-a-ramasave it, but don't mistake itthere is a mottobaby baby don't you bring me no shamethe phone rings but you won't get through
