Of Montreal - You Do Mutilate? Lyrics






I need to mutilate
We're going to celebrate our emotional poverty
Give the answers all away

I painted my suitcase red for the reading
Which only ended in conversation rape
All they want, genetic telephonic pills
Until the Spanish kids got so ill
I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe

Never seen corpses act so cruel
The self brutality was oh so angular
I made him a potion in a newspaper cup,
Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up
Now I see your face selling Chinese urine

She came over the fence
With an argument in her head, no empathy
Escape strategy
I understood her
We were trying to share a genuine human moment
Just like the way they do in movies

I've hit a wall with this suicidal depression
It's not the star I'm trying to call
I've been standing on the strand far too long y'all
Go ahead, go ahead!

What you want? somebody who will slap away your blindness?
What you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart with too much kindness?
Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness

I got a black fang in Chicago
My superwoman licked
I don't need a refill of this shit,
I need something that works motherfucker!

I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk
I know you're collecting disciples
I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk
Someday, someday
They're all skyscrapers for you Jane
Never use your given name
I want to set you up for a sequel
Make you feel like promised people

I always knew you were special
Your best friend told me he saw you crying
Everybody wants to crescendo
Take home a memento

We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
Yet I still was their family secret,
A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
Now I know I'm not allowed to show the pain,
Not allowed to expose the pain

I still was their family secret,
A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,
Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,
Now I know i'm not allowed to show the pain,
Not allowed to expose the pain

All the white people from my neighborhood are dead
All the black people have turned pink for the winter
Everybody is searching for a cause
A reason to blow themselves up
Could be anything
When will certain people realize
That an afterlife is nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to fight for
If those in this life are not sacred
Then nothing that is a part of it
Is sacred either

If you think God is more important than your neighbor
You're capable of terrible evil
If you think some prophet's words
Are more important than your brother
And your sister,
You're ill
And you're wrong
You're wrong





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  1. M.... C....

    Wilderness hate ceremony

  2. S.... N....

    I mutilate

  3. D.... H....

    all the white people from my neighborhood are dead. all the black people have turned pink for the winter

  4. C.... B....

    [Intro]
    Uh uh uh uh UHH
    You do mutilate
    We're going to celebrate our emotional poverty
    Give the answers all away

    [Verse 1]
    I painted my suitcase red for the reading
    Which only ended in conversation rape
    All they want, genetic telephonic pills
    Until the Spanish kids got so ill
    I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe

    [Verse 2]
    Never seen corpses act so cruel
    The self brutality was oh so angular
    I made him a potion in a newspaper cup
    Smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up
    Now I see your face selling Chinese urine

    [Verse 3]
    She came over the fence
    With an argument in her head, no empathy
    Escape strategy
    I understood her
    We were trying to share a genuine human moment
    Just like the way they do in movies

    [Verse 4]
    I've hit a wall with this suicidal depression
    It's not the star I'm trying to call
    I've been standing on the strand far too long y'all
    Go ahead, go ahead!

    [Bridge]
    What you want? somebody who will slap away your
    Blindness?
    What you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart
    With too much kindness?
    Salute to your Busta Rhymes-ness

    [Refrain]
    I got a black fang in Chicago
    My superwoman licked
    I don't need a refill of this shit
    I need something that works motherfucker!

    I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk
    I know you're collecting disciples
    I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk
    Someday, someday
    They're all skyscrapers for you Jane
    Never use your given name
    I want to set you up for a sequel
    Make you feel like promised people

    I always knew you were special
    Your best friend told me he saw you crying
    Everybody wants to crescendo
    Take home a memento

    [Chorus?]
    We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY
    Yet I still was their family secret
    A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony
    Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
    We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually
    Now I know I'm not allowed to show the pain
    Not allowed to expose the pain

    I still was their family secret
    A white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony
    Custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact
    We tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually
    Now I know i'm not allowed to show the pain
    Not allowed to expose the pain

    [Outro]
    All the white people from my neighborhood are dead
    All the black people have turned pink for the winter
    Everybody's searching for a cause
    A reason to blow themselves up
    Could be anything
    When will certain people realize, an afterlife
    Is nothing to live for, nothing to die for, nothing to fight for
    If those in this life are not sacred, then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either
    If you think God is more important than your neighbor, you're capable of terrible evil
    If you think some prophet's words are more important than your brother and your sister, you're ill, and you're wrong
    You're wrong

  5. K.... P....

    Favorite song on criminally underrated album

  6. C.... P....

    Although preachy, the end is incredibly true.

    C.... P....

    Cornish Pixy but that ending is the most preachy part

  7. M.... 1....

    Since I actually grew up in the 70s, this shit is right in my wheel house.

  8. S.... ....

    yes he did

  9. l.... ....

    WHATCHA WANT

  10. s.... ....

    Whatcha want? Somebody who will slap away your blindness?

  11. L.... ....

    @neglectoid - you're welcome...Kevin will be my husband some day.

  12. n.... ....

    @LiterallyLogan i was never able to put that into words.
    thanx !!

  13. J.... B....

    This song makes my speakers so much more awesome.

  14. L.... ....

    His voice is the symphony to my soul...

  15. S.... ....

    Quality music right there.

  16. 3.... p....

    @polishpunk911 me too!

  17. S.... ....

    @pdsmenthol121
    "We trrrrried~ to isolate XX-infinite pleasure, XY
    I still was the family secret
    Or a symptom of some wilderness hate
    Ceremony custodian
    For experimental post human relationships."

    :'D My favorite part.

    S.... ....

    It builds up so well!

    S.... ....

    ineffectually

  18. p.... ....

    @1Lottery easy killer.

  19. p.... ....

    Thumbs up if you know all the words to this song and can't help but sing along

  20. S.... S....

    @1Lottery i feel you, it's like everyone is trying to be cooler than the next person with comments like those.

  21. E.... ....

    @polishpunk911 Me too...

  22. l.... ....

    @Boribica thank you, i will go discover those options!

  23. n.... ....

    did he sing 'now i see your face selling chinese urine'?

  24. n.... ....

    4:46 reminded me of ruby tuesday.

  25. F.... A....

    do you mutilate? - is a song wearing a straight jacket running around my head

  26. a.... ....

    @mullholand : yes it sounds so, such a fabulous outtro ! As much as wonderful as the outtro from "No Conclusion", if you haven't heard it yet...

  27. G.... E....

    i think the end of this song was perfect. it perfectly punctuated the album.
    it is called false priest after all.
    this is one of the best songs on the album for sure.
    some of the best lyrics on the album.
    i didnt think i would like the album as much as i did. super bowie-esque.
    love it.

    G.... E....

    i like the ending but I've always been like "ummm?" at the "all the white people from my neighborhood are dead, the black people have turned pink for the winter" part. I don't understand how it fits in with the message at the end. if it wasn't in that talking part, it would make more sense I guess, since the ending of the song is so straightforward.

  28. l.... ....

    @Boribica i suppose if you were deaf.

  29. G.... L....

    It's so Prince- and so Bowie-esque! And so fresh! Love False Priest!

  30. N.... N....

    Emotional poverty never felt so good!

  31. t.... s....

    4:32 .... gooooodbye... Ruby Tuesday....

  32. V.... Y....

    @Boribica I meant it like... This isn't disappointing at all, I absolutely love this song. It was a response to zluman00 and maplelicorice.

  33. V.... Y....

    What the fuck, disappointing? Pf.

  34. M.... ....

    I'm loving this song !