Everything Everything — Big Game (lyrics)

Everything Everything: "Big Game"

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© Compiler: Anton Gavzov // chief of the project (https://Muzland.info)
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 142 beats per minute

Lyrics and Music by Everything Everything, James Ford

You think it’s new,
But it is not new.
I cannot wait
To see the look
On your face.
‘Cause someone’s gonna prick
That bovine balloon
Wrinkled little boxing glove.
Someone’s gonna tell you,
“No, you can’t,”
And I think you might explode.

You think we’re fooled,
But we are not fooled.
You think it’s hard,
But you’re doing the easiest
Thing.
And someone’s gonna burst
Your blood-blubber head,
Even little children see through you.
Someone’s gonna pull
Your big trousers down,
And I think you might explode.

So go home
And squat in the basement now,
Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll,
Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole.
I’m tired and you are ridiculous,
God for a clown and a clown for a pig,
Ever so small but you think it’s big,
I know!

You are ridiculous,
Rubbery legs gonna march all night,
Tell me again ‘cause it makes me smile.