baby I'm a man with an antique fan
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- garage rock
- psychedelic rock
- art pop
- british invasion
- jangle pop
- baroque pop
- 1960s
- psychedelic pop
Lyrics
Intro
Bloody alarm rings, I kick at the sun
Grumble through dreams that I wish I could shun
Cracked old window, flick the ash on the sill
Mind’s on the fritz and I’m swallowing pills
Verse 0
Scratching my chin, shouting hell at the wall
Stealing loose change from a busted out hall
Damned if I’m sober, damned if I’m not
Can’t tell if I’m living or losing the plot
Verse 1
Boots on the carpet flickin’ ashes all night
Cursed at the ceiling ‘til the morning light
Bad trip Sunday, broken glass on the floor
Neighbors keep bitchin’, I just curse ‘em out more
Pre-Chorus
Swear at the news and it swears right back
Stuck with a brain like a rusty old rack
Living off crumbs in a goddamn rut
But I’ll flip off the world, keep my mouth shut
Chorus
Baby I'm a man with an antique fan
Got an old mind and a busted van
Spinnin' in circles off my goddamn plan
Sick of this grind, do the best I can
Guitar Break
Verse 2
Paint’s chipping off the side of my head
Talking in colors, seeing wild red
All those bastards trying to tell me to change
I laugh in their faces, let it fuckin' rain
Pre-Chorus
Turn up the dial I don’t give a shit
Chasing the sun with a cigarette lit
World full of clowns and I’m losing my cool
What’s one more day ignored by the fools
Chorus
Baby I'm a man with an antique fan
Got an old mind and a busted van
Spinnin' in circles off my goddamn plan
Sick of this grind, do the best I can
Guitar Freakout
Guitar Freakout
Verse 3
Smash all the clocks, let the gears run wild
Trip through the gutter like a goddamn child
Silver spoon freaks keep their squeaky clean hands
But I'm covered in dirt, fuckin' stuck where I stand
Bridge
Headlights spin like a carousel ride
Laughing at fate, got no fucks to hide
Still chewing gravel, spit it right on the ground
The whole bloody circus keeps rollin' around
Outro
Crows on the line, static in my brain
Lost in the smoke, riding nowhere again
Kicking up dust 'til this bastard end
Outro
Crows on the line, static in my brain
Lost in the smoke, riding nowhere again
Kicking up dust 'til this bastard end
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