Bettie Serveert - Dust Bunnies (2000) by Bettie Serveert (보컬) on maniadb.com

Rich, dumb, white kid think that he's everything.
Loud mouth, boldheaded geek's got a song to sing.
Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor.
Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more.

As always, the same affair
but who really cares for God's creations,
his amputations.

The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say.
They stick their nose into every game we play.
Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor
and soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more.

As always the same affair
but who really cares for God's creations,
his reputations.
Likely to fall thru air
and sometimes it's fair,
God's creations,
his amputations.

Down, down in the basement of our cares
there's always a phony, count the stairs.
Like, like us as something as we come
and like, like us as rumpus we run.

I'd rather have nothing pale, white and sweet
Modest but something crawled up asleep
And ever so slightly down town, give us a call
Right down truth or nothing at all

So give me the silence and right when it falls
There is something I don't recall
I'd rather have nothing, simple and small
Honest but something that learned how to crawl

And ever so slightly, light brown, cough up a wall
Right down truth or nothing at all
I live with this silence from winter 'till fall
There is something I don't recall

A thousand of miles out in the cold
If this ain't the way then I wasn't told
So give me the silence and right when it falls
There is something I don't recall

pass the cracks on every weird occasion
you keep your fingers crossed at any time
if I were you I could come up with more solutions why
you put your foot down

counting feels like something to hang on to
you find the number, try to break the code.
I guess by now you figured out there's no conclusion why
you put your foot down

you're nine years old, your body's cold
and underneath the bed the world seems grey
the pain inside your head has gone away

Have I felt this way before?
All my life was misery galore
I got used to living on my own
Got my feelings safely tucked away at home

Now my feet have finally touched the ground
Now my eyes have finally looked around
You say, where have you been all the time
I say somewhere drifting, drifting in my mind

The average guy who lives next door
Has never been in love before
That was your story in a nutshell

Kinda cute and kinda shy
The normal kind of average guy
Nobody seemed to know you that way

And all my life I've lived next door
I never saw your face before
But opposites attract,
And now it seems there's no way back and

Now that I, now that I've found you
There's no way around you
There's no way at all

Now that I, now that I've found you
There's no way around you
There's no way at all

I've lived next door
I've never seen saw your face before
But opposites attract,
And now it seems there's no way back at all

Isn't it swell?
We've got our own dark horse ride
And lean on this smell
And let the whole darn thing slide
Get down on the sofa with a six-pack

Let 'm take the years back
Until the day has dawned
Deciding who will take the blame
For every kid that went insane

Sugar the pill
It doesn't matter, take a long shot
Someone always will

Isn't this great
We played it off the cuff
What an escape
Before it got to rough
Now put it in the cupboard for a short nap

Don't let your mind snap
Just let the daze roll on
Deciding who will take the blame
For every cloud that ever rained

And sugar the pill
It doesn't matter if you take a long shot
Slip sliding into a summer rot
Never really give a damn
For the have and have not

And sugar the pill
It doesn't matter if you take a long shot
Surviving is an awful lot
Self sufficient color-deaf
Never find the right spot

Bow down for the band on the cover
They seem to make it all across the USA
Bow down, the band's been discovered
They even made it on the R.S-tones these days

What a beautiful noise
What an obvious choice
But the records seems to do so well
And everybody loves a band that sells

So why should it happen for me
If it could happen for you?
It's not like a major catastrophe
It's something you choose

So many people believe
That they could achieve anything
Worth their while
Anything worth a smile

Lying flat on the floor
Get the lock off your door
You want something to d
Make a record or two

Bow down for the band on the cover
They seem to make it all across the USA
Bow down, the band's found a rudder
And now they finally hit the charts

They're on their way, what a beautiful noise
What an obvious choice
Now the record seems to do so well
And everybody loves a band that sells

Throw it on the floor
Never mind the mess
'Cause I've been down before
And it doesn't hurt

Play your saddest songs
Play them all night long
'Cause I've been sad before
And it doesn't hurt no more
Yeah, it doesn't hurt

Feeling like a fallen foster child
Gracefully neglected
But always with a smile
That was nothing at all

Raised upon a bench of second-best
Always quite aware
You're not like all the rest
That was nothing at all

Throw it on the floor
Never mind, the ma did that
Been down before
Yes, I've been down before
And it doesn't hurt no more
Now it doesn't hurt

Tell me 'bout your youth.
Ah, just tell the truth.
Was it nice and smooth
Or was it a lie?

And when you
were a child,
were you young and wild
Or just undefiled,
ready to cry?

It should have been me,
You should've believed in me.
It's all in the way you say
This doesn't happen every day.
It doesn't happen every day.

Living in denial.
Have you lost your smile?
Well, it takes a while
before you'll forgive.

And what's that on your sleeve?
Won't you tell me, please.
We can make believe
just for a while.

It should have been me,
You should've believed in me.
It's all in the way you say
This doesn't happen every day.
It doesn't happen every day.

Cow-cow-cow- coward incurable.

Cow-cow-cow-coward incurable.

Cow-cow-cow-coward incurable.

It should've been me.
You should've believed in me.
It's all in the way you say
This doesn't happen every day.
It doesn't happen every day.

Cow-cow-coward.
Cow-cow-coward.
Cow-cow-coward.

I was looking thru the portholes out on Heaven.
Wondering what the hell I am going to do.
When the minister walks in and speaks the word "11".
Saying that there is nothing left to choose.
What a stupid fool, let's send 'em back to school.

But it's alright, now, 'cause I'm in Heaven.
You don't need to express your admiration,
'cause holiness is something that you have or haven't got
and it can't be bought, no it can't be bought.

Someone oughta save me from salvation,
someone oughta see the things I've done.
They never would have given me this strange vocation,
sitting in this happy, holy sun.
I'm not the only one, who likes to get things done.

But it's alright now, 'cause I'm in Heaven.
I think I burned the dresses of all the angels.
Their plastic wings were all destroyed by just one dirty look
and that was all it took.
that was all it took.

But it's alright now, 'cause I'm in Heaven.

It's alright now, 'cause I'm in Heaven x3