Crazy Eights

Album cover art for "Crazy Eights" by Fluorescein & Greg Mora

Fluorescein & Greg Mora - Rock

Crazy Eights

2 Plays

Duration: 4:45

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't you think we've had enough of this Quit your smiling and let your anger down I can't believe those fucked up things we say What will ever come of us any [Pre-Chorus] Way you see it I feel the other Makes as much sense, as Hitler's Jewish mother Hamburg and Naples, Vienna and Rome [Chorus] You called me a Pseudo-psycho American native Whose living in synthetic L.A A pseudo-psycho euro American native Whose living in synthetic L.A [Verse 2] Quiet down I need to hear you think out loud So I can tell you what you did today Goalie, football, and alcoholic streets of the AM/PM blues Nevermind (I don't mind to keep you in) [Pre-Chorus] Minds colliding in visions of fame (I see it glowing) A super star or a falling star Stars just the same (I see it glowing) Amsterdam, the Vatican City, Brussels and Madrid [Chorus] You call me Pseudo-psycho American native Whose living in synthetic L.A A pseudo-psycho euro American native Whose dying in synthetic L.A [Bridge] Now that you see it, I feel the other Makes as much sense, as my fucked up blockhead brother Amsterdam, the Vatican City Brussels, Madrid and London, and Liverpool, and all of those [Chorus] Pseudo-psycho American native Whose living in synthetic L.A A pseudo-psycho euro American native Whose dying in synthetic L.A Whose living in synthetic L.A Who's counting in synthetic L.A [Outro] Well I felt you rushing through my time zone With a broken glass in hand In this town of all the greenbacks It's all about selling

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Credits

Writers
  • Greg Mora