lyrics
Down we go, down below into the pit of despair,
Where we fear to tread.
Lurking in the gloom of the room, decorating the limescale,
with little rivers of red.
A tale of hope, a tasteless joke, gather round and hear,
One you've heard before.
Through the days and nights, he's getting ripe,
The essence of repugnance, it's kind of hard to ignore.
Oh, poor baby.
What happened to you?
You paid the price for playing nice,
The thought never occurred to disregard the rules.
Picked up and used, beaten and bruised,
Not doing too well.
Steaming, I'm gee'n it pure yaldi 'n all.
Come touch me, offend your fingertips.
A stubborn stain that'll never wash out.
Oh, poor baby.
They tore you apart.
Became obsessed, then got depressed,
What a boring epitaph. Not worth remembering.
Heavy petting while bed-wetting,
Shut up, shut up, shut up,
You're so funny it hurts.
Hopeful cause in evening wear,
Sweeter things take note; beware.
So very sad and lonely.
A jilted freak in a toupee.
Nothing more than a walking cliche,
But there's a practical solution,
Open wide and swallow them down.
''Oh man, amazing!''
So peaceful.
Everything exactly where it's supposed to be.
Almost heavenly.
A perfect dream.
But subject to change.
Blinding and flashing lights, my queue to bid you goodnight.
Ode to the prettiest thing I ever did see,
Like a new blanket of snow that's fallen across the city.
Heartache rages on throughout ever inch of my being,
It's comforting to know that this life has been lived,
A sense of belonging was here,
But now it's gone.
Oh my Luna,
Oh Fortuna!
Where we fear to tread.
Lurking in the gloom of the room, decorating the limescale,
with little rivers of red.
A tale of hope, a tasteless joke, gather round and hear,
One you've heard before.
Through the days and nights, he's getting ripe,
The essence of repugnance, it's kind of hard to ignore.
Oh, poor baby.
What happened to you?
You paid the price for playing nice,
The thought never occurred to disregard the rules.
Picked up and used, beaten and bruised,
Not doing too well.
Steaming, I'm gee'n it pure yaldi 'n all.
Come touch me, offend your fingertips.
A stubborn stain that'll never wash out.
Oh, poor baby.
They tore you apart.
Became obsessed, then got depressed,
What a boring epitaph. Not worth remembering.
Heavy petting while bed-wetting,
Shut up, shut up, shut up,
You're so funny it hurts.
Hopeful cause in evening wear,
Sweeter things take note; beware.
So very sad and lonely.
A jilted freak in a toupee.
Nothing more than a walking cliche,
But there's a practical solution,
Open wide and swallow them down.
''Oh man, amazing!''
So peaceful.
Everything exactly where it's supposed to be.
Almost heavenly.
A perfect dream.
But subject to change.
Blinding and flashing lights, my queue to bid you goodnight.
Ode to the prettiest thing I ever did see,
Like a new blanket of snow that's fallen across the city.
Heartache rages on throughout ever inch of my being,
It's comforting to know that this life has been lived,
A sense of belonging was here,
But now it's gone.
Oh my Luna,
Oh Fortuna!
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from Stud,
released January 28, 2013
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Fat Goth Dundee
2010 - 2018
Fat Goth was a rock band from Dundee, Scotland.
discography
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May 2018 -
May 2017 -
May 2014 -
Jan 2013 -
Apr 2013 -
Apr 2011 -
Nov 2010 -
May 2010
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