Housewife

Album cover art for "Housewife" by The Cribs

The Cribs - Pop

Housewife

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Lyrics

I think the world is a mobile phone And the future is a strip mall You didn't need me to tell you that It's synthetic love from no one I wish I was a housewife trying to gain your trust The gold that touched my finger Turning me to dust But this is what you asked for So go on steal the show Would you like to speak to someone? I just don't know A buzz of flies, then a rush of blood Makes me feel like just another guy Singing la-dee-di-di-di As the curtain blows in so naturally I feel like I would rather die I would rather die I wish I was a housewife trying to gain your trust The gold that touched my finger Turning me to dust But this is what you asked for So go on steal the show Would you like to speak to someone? I just don't know

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Credits

Writers
  • Ross Jarman
  • Ryan Jarman
  • Gary Jarman