CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fairly Lame Fairly Tame
I'm no good with compliments
And yet, I'm still a narcissist
Dirty child with Catholic sacraments
I'm not optimistic or religious
Three coffees in the morning
It's 8:00am, so save the talking
I'll quickly find you really boring
Just steep the milk and get to pouring
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB tinnies, mate, I'm flyin'
I guess I'm also really shit at drivin'
My life's not really satisfyin', is it?
I'm a realistic pessimist
And I'm a societal pest
I'm competitive, obnoxious
And I don't know how to wear a dress
f*ck you and being depressed
You're a kid, you're not even eighteen yet
But don't you know best? So, no worries
Sink your beer and light a durry
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB tinnies, mate, I'm flyin'
I guess I'm also really shit at drivin'
My life's not really satisfying, is it?
Just another chick with a shitty song
Whingin' 'bout the generation I'm born in being wrong
And I guess that you could call me cliché or insane
And you'd be right, I'm fairly lame and fairly tame
Just another chick with a shit guitar
Screamin' to the local f*cks at a lonely bar
Singing covers of songs you're sick of hearing
That are never quite on par
So here's an original, and I swear that it's the last
Here's an original, and I swear that it's the last
And yet, I'm still a narcissist
Dirty child with Catholic sacraments
I'm not optimistic or religious
Three coffees in the morning
It's 8:00am, so save the talking
I'll quickly find you really boring
Just steep the milk and get to pouring
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB tinnies, mate, I'm flyin'
I guess I'm also really shit at drivin'
My life's not really satisfyin', is it?
I'm a realistic pessimist
And I'm a societal pest
I'm competitive, obnoxious
And I don't know how to wear a dress
f*ck you and being depressed
You're a kid, you're not even eighteen yet
But don't you know best? So, no worries
Sink your beer and light a durry
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB tinnies, mate, I'm flyin'
I guess I'm also really shit at drivin'
My life's not really satisfying, is it?
Just another chick with a shitty song
Whingin' 'bout the generation I'm born in being wrong
And I guess that you could call me cliché or insane
And you'd be right, I'm fairly lame and fairly tame
Just another chick with a shit guitar
Screamin' to the local f*cks at a lonely bar
Singing covers of songs you're sick of hearing
That are never quite on par
So here's an original, and I swear that it's the last
Here's an original, and I swear that it's the last
