out to get you
There’s something in your head out to get you
There’s nothing in the drug the doctor sent you
And now you’re never sure if all your life is flying or your
lying eyes are playing tricks on you
Sitting by the phone to get the weather
Waiting for the sun to get it together
The undertaker swears that only God is dying and your
lying eyes are playing tricks on you
Let the water cool your feet
Lay down your head and fall asleep
Let me soothe your tired eyes
Don’t you know that life is letting go all you know
Leaving all your tragedy behind
And hanging on
On and on and on...
There’s something in your head out to get you
Caesar lights the fires below
And all your fantasies were only tears from crying and
your lying eyes were playing tricks on you
Whatever’s in your head, you can make your way
No matter what she said, you can make it OK
Whatever’s in your head, you can change your name
No matter what she said, it’s your finest day
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Written by Rory Dyck
copyright © 2000 SOCAN
Pamela Brennan - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano Percussion
Rory Dyck - Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass
Michel Pariseau - Bass, vocals
Thomas Bona - Drums, vocals
Produced by Rory Dyck & Hennessey.
Recorded by Peter Prilesnik, Annelise Noronha, & Chris Shreenan-Dyck.
Mixed at Presence Sound and Studio 4 in Toronto ON, and Knot Studios in Val-des-Monts PQ.
Mixed by Harry Hess.
Mixed at Vespa Sound and Arnyard Studios, Toronto ON.
Copyright ©2001, Sensitive Poets. Photos & images copyrighted by owner.
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