I'm not sure I want to step outside with my Emotional haircut It seems that I've been misunderstood The look of grave concern in your eyes And your surprise at my Emotional haircut It's better than me It's much better than it used to be 'Cause now I got eyes going every which way I got eyes all over the place And I got tired of the hotel room and the TV You missed that you've been told about whatever has led to this Emotional haircut It ain't a disease It's just hard to do whatever you please And dream yourself tonight To a little love life
Now we all get ideas I know I should shut 'em down with the Emotional haircut No I died a Dionysian man Oh no, buddy, no need to be concerned with this Emotional haircut It's part of the game Yeah man, it's just part of the feat So let's raise a glass to the bodies in here Oh, raise a glass to the bodies in here We're gonna toast till the bodies all soak up the bass Man, you're in love with the bodies in here and your Emotional haircut Oh just get on the street Fuck the shuffle, put your shit on repeat You've got numbers on your phone, roughly ten that you can't delete And you got lovingly dear moments from your past that you can't repeat Yeah, you've got numbers on your phone of your dad that you cannot delete And you're losing all your skin in the middle when you just can't sleep I know you can't calm down
Out of your windows and onto the streets Out of your windows Out of a Out to
Do you know what it does It puts me up on my feet It puts me on the floor But can you hear the heartbeat Can you hear the heartbeat Just listen to the heartbeat But can you hear the heartbeat Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen to it now Listen It's coming down
Writer/s: Al Doyle, Gavin Russom, James Murphy
Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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The song "Sadeness" by Enigma (the one with the chanting monks), got its name from the French novelist Marquis de Sade, who believed sex had to be painful in order to be pleasurable - thus the word "sadism."