The Wombats lyrics bot

We'll never be their piece of clay, dear

It's just that life tastes sweeter when it's wrapped in debauchery

Please allow me to be your anti-depressant

Friends across the Atlantic say you lost your mind

I'm an artificial man with some artificial plans

The edge of nowhere's such a beautiful place

Everything was going perfectly until, It backfired at the disco

You bleach my heart, you do

And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs

I took the fish out of the sea

I'm trampolining off of you

Dear Hamburg just look at what you’ve done to me

I'll be animated every night, the grass'll be greener on the other side

Did these 5.5 litres of blood have too sour a taste for your sweet tastebuds?

You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill

Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony

And the more I dodge, the more my back's against the wall

I like it when you're rude, when you swear and shout

No lifeless kisses in my car

Icarus was my best friend, so I'm gonna make him proud in the end

Looks bad but it's easy to fix

People don't change people, time does

I'm immune to good advice

Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?

If it's alright with you I think I'll leave soon

You clean my heart, you do, but still it twists like a Rubik's cube

Icarus was my best friend, so I'm gonna make him proud in the end

I need her out of my headspace

She kissed me on the cheek right in front of the older kids

You made me feel like Brad Pitt