[ti:Fugitive Air]
[ar:Of Montreal]
[al:Lousy With Sylvianbriar]
[00:18.80]I do wrong  strictly speaking  just for myself
[00:25.52]Because it makes me feel like a real man
[00:29.71]To hold germane over my business
[00:33.96]And I refuse to be abused by the mill of blissful decay
[00:42.20]Besides  I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me
[00:48.90]Like they don't a dare
[00:53.29]The lady from the block hunched over on the stool
[00:56.98]With her withered old titty out
[01:00.41]Saying I've been rolled so many times
[01:04.62]It's just feeding the pigeons
[01:07.66]
[01:09.30]Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg
[01:12.93]While his mother's playing two little wooden flutes
[01:16.42]Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
[01:24.01]Pathetic
[01:26.07]
[01:26.74]Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde
[01:30.57]Has anyboby seen where he's gone
[01:33.95]What he thinks I owe him is his former life but
[01:38.14]How can I unmake someone else's mistakes
[01:42.95]I guess I was his antihero  the bitter word on his lips
[01:50.86]I hope I never feel a terror like when you discovered
[01:57.39]Your autonomy had flipped
[02:02.51]I feel like I possess only the bright aspect
[02:09.16]Of his ability but none of the good ones
[02:17.04]
[02:18.65]I'm a walking mausoleum  the scent of rotting flesh
[02:25.53]Mother always loved you best
[02:29.03]Liked your teeth upon her breast
[02:34.78]They remove the oils from the eyes of street cats
[02:40.90]Through some shitty witchcraft
[02:44.72]And apply to their brows and genitalia
[02:50.80]I had no idea how deeply I wounded you
[02:56.97]But I don't need no forgiveness
[03:00.72]And no level of contrition will ever do
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[03:38.28]Ooh-ah-ah
[03:42.10]Ooh-ah-ah
[03:45.95]Ooh-ah-ah
[03:50.08]Ooh-ah-ah
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