Vidual - King Krule

She asked me in detail how to get to where I’m from

But I told her it won’t work

'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt

I saw some crimes when I was young and now my brain is gunk

Haven’t found the right sized sponge

To rinse through all its wrongs

I put my trust in many things but now I know that’s dumb

So I don’t trust anyone, only get along with some

Saw that girl again one time and now I know it’s done

And my eyes are so forlorn but her eyes are so full on

I watch her creep between the streets beneath the setting sun

I said hey, how, where you going with my gun?

See some boiling blood beneath my skin, I crave her tongue

As my head it starts to plunge so I follow where she’s gone

Kept me hollow by her side in a taxidermy skunk

Oh, my brain is for her junk, change and lipstick in my lungs

Left outside another night, I watch the city burn

Hear her screaming all her words I say baby it’s your turn

And she keeps on, it’s one of the people, she gets torched

She’s one of the people, she keeps on, as one of the people

She sits as dust, with an earthly pus in a capsule on my tongue

And I think of what we’ve done and sink into where she sunk

Now up on my mantelpiece, she has no legs to run

Still a trophy I ain’t won, in a ceramic pot for one

She scatters just like one of the people

And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people

And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh