More songs by Father John Misty
Description
Producer: Josh Tillman
Producer: Drew Erickson
Mixer, Recording Engineer: Michael Harris
Mixer: Jonathan Wilson
Mastering Engineer: Adam Ayan
Composer, Lyricist: Josh Tillman
Arranger: Drew Erickson
Lyrics and translation
Original
In my death mask and my mismatched suit, I Pilate shark you across the stage.
I met amusing gospel in the bath that it made its way into my ready-to-break brain.
The drinks it marred at lunch effectively before I even rose to speak.
Don't wanna disannoint the campaign, but Jesus who lives on me. . .
rent free. Oh!
A man's life,
God's trash.
There's no law but the old love, baby.
Petty for nothing dies.
Step by strong kamikaze.
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
You need a slinky little club lip trying Matty Mac bow hairy guys.
Oh, I left you for the honey, couldn't try to you if I lied.
If I lied.
Oh, a man's life, God's trash.
There's no law but the old love, baby.
Petty for nothing dies.
Step by strong kamikaze.
God said no, I said twice.
Come on, big man, won't you make me?
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
November.
Staycation.
How does it feel?
Fast fashion.
English translation
In my death mask and my mismatched suit, I Pilate shark you across the stage.
I met amusing gospel in the bath that it made its way into my ready-to-break brain.
The drinks it marred at lunch effectively before I even rose to speak.
Don't wanna disannoint the campaign, but Jesus who lives on me. . .
rent free. Oh!
A man's life,
God's trash.
There's no law but the old love, baby.
Petty for nothing dies.
Step by strong kamikaze.
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
You need a slinky little club lip trying Matty Mac bow hairy guys.
Oh, I left you for the honey, couldn't try to you if I lied.
If I lied.
Oh, a man's life, God's trash.
There's no law but the old love, baby.
Petty for nothing dies.
Step by strong kamikaze.
God said no, I said twice.
Come on, big man, won't you make me?
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
Year zero in the summertime.
November.
Staycation.
How does it feel?
Fast fashion.