Текст Of Montreal – Labyrinthian Pomp

How you wanna tag my style
When I am so superior?
How you wanna hate a thing
When you are so inferior?

Let’s just say you are not the destroyer
(
In Norwegian
Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)

I’ve got my bright girl near me
She’s so much taller
With a crisp endorsement
From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol
She’s so meta, references Stendhal
Shares my strange urge to
Smash a window in every house on our block

Delinquent days are here again

How you wanna tag my style
When I am so superior?
How you wanna hate a thing
When you are so inferior?
How you wanna mess
How you wanna mess my spotless interior?

Let’s just say you are not the destroyer
(
In Norwegian
Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)

I’ve got my Georgie Fruit on
He’s my dark mutation

Delinquent days are here again

(I’d just like to disappear forever but I am not afraid)

There’s two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts
An hour dead deflects our eggs
On latitude 0, 1 degree
I trusted you, no, don’t explain
Moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams
Of the flags appearing
Crazy how the symbolism works
Don’t look at them