Thats Your Lot Lyrics - Blaenavon

Elizabeth, you said we'd walk amongst the dead 

On Halloween 

But my make-up's making no one scream 

I'm stapled to the ground 

You watch me squirming 

I'm an apathetic earthworm 

Isabella, my child, your hips, they make me wild 

But I'm sure you'll understand 

That I'm part cloth and part man 

This collar makes me choke 

But I'd rather that than rope 

Or a trust fund 

I'm an apathetic eardrum 

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But it's so easy to be this 

sentimentally gifted 

I feel guilt's hot breath on my neck 

But I can't throw away, throw away 

The reminders of those brilliant days 

No kiss, no collapse 

If you think that it holds you back 

Pity me, I beg you please 

I might not ask again next week 

Pity me, I beg you please 

I might not ask again next week 

I'm an apathetic pipsqueak 

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But it's so easy to be this 

sentimentally gifted 

I feel guilt's hot breath on my neck 

It reeks of death 

But I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love 

I'm in luck 

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love 

With the theory your father might be up above 

As the Lord 

But I can't throw away 

The reminders of those brilliant days 

A stamp, a receipt 

If it feels like it keeps you here 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

It's only been three years 

And that's your lot