Mistaken for Strangers

The Nationals cover by Cyborg Cassowary. Lyrics included.

 

Lyrics

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
‘Cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
As long as you look far away
As long as you look removed

Showered and blue-blazered
Fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered
Fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
So you swear you just saw a feathery woman
Carry a blindfolded man through the trees

Showered and blue-blazered
Fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered
Fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

I’m Afraid of Everyone

The Nationals Cover by Cyborg Cassowary. Lyrics included.

 

Lyrics

Then I’m radio and then I’m television
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
Lay the young blue bodies with the old red bodies
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don’t have the drugs to sort,
I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out

I defend my family with my orange umbrella
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my shiny new starspangled tennis shoes on
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don’t have the drugs to sort,
I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out
I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out

Little voices swallowing my soul, soul, soul