Major Noia: I'm done with you

Lyrics:
Don't talk to me
don't bend your knee
I won't take the plea
from a bumble bee

I drink my tea
by bonsai tree
and kill a flea
with your cd

I'm done with you
I'm done with you

Get back to your gig
with a broken mic
in a stupid wig
here's the rest of your rig

I am the chick
who throws the brick
when you play that lick
which is much too slick

I'm done with you
I'm done with you

The number of strings doesn't really matter that much. So let's cut this one between us, besides those I cut already from your guitar. I'm sure you'll find a way to resonate something in that body of yours.

Now look at you:
pending breakthrough
while sniffing glue
from my old shoe

And by the time
you earn a dime
I've cleaned your slime
drink vodka lime

I'm done with you
I'm done with you

Overhead is often unavoidable. I refer to the stuff that goes over your head when I'm talking to you. You are bubbling under, baby, just bubbling all the time.

Don't dig your grave
you're not that brave
but please behave
and please do shave

pack your guitar
don't scratch the car
have this cigar
behind the bar

I'm done with you
I'm done with you

I can see the moon on top of those neon-lights. It may be that you are looking at the moon at the same time as I. Would that connect us somehow? Creating some mysterious link? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn anymore.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• alternative
• pop